It's about who's holding it with you.

 “The morning was quiet, with only the songs of the birds weaving through the air, and the two friends sat side by side with steaming cups in their hands. Pooh looked down into his tea and said softly, ‘It doesn’t seem very special, does it?’

Eeyore took a sip, his ears drooping as they usually did, but his voice was warm. ‘Oh, but it is special, Pooh. It’s special because I’m drinking it with you.’

Pooh thought about that for a while, as he often did when Eeyore said something quietly true. And then he smiled the kind of smile that starts in the heart before it reaches the face.

‘You’re right,’ said Pooh. ‘Perhaps it’s never really about what’s in the cup, but about who’s holding it with you.’

And so they sat together, two friends with nothing extraordinary before them except the extraordinary gift of each other’s company. The tea grew cooler, the morning grew brighter, and in the simple act of sharing, the world felt a little more beautiful.”