Good friends are like a stunning teapot collection.
Each brings their own personality and view to your world, each leaves a blessed pattern upon your heart.
At the beginning of last week, I had one of those blah days. I know blah is not really a word. But it is a word in my vocabulary.
As I ponder on the last couple of weeks, it occurs to me that completely on their own, a few people reached out to me .. and all said hello.
Hello is a great place to start in the world of friends. You hear me share much about my bestie and our projects and adventures.
She and I both reflect on how many wonderful friends we collectively have .. precious souls.
Two friends sent me greeting cards, a few texted, a couple sent messages.
Even one of my Indiana cousins reached out with one of her beautiful hand made cards.
Love it, I did!
(I know suddenly that sounded like something Baby Yoda would say, but there you go.)
And there is another note of interest. Well to me, anyway.
I have always loved cards. I love paper. I love words. I love books.
And that is no surprise.
In my younger years, as I was raising my firstborn in Tennessee, miles away from Florida, away from the familiar, I wrote a lot of letters and received a number of cards.
A large bulletin board hung in the hallway of my old house served as a gathering place for all of them.
And as new ones arrived, over the course of a year, I rotated them between the board and a small box that held the rest of them.
Ok. So I have started three sentences with the word And.
My old copy editor would be on my case to get rid of And immediately.
The sun is setting on another busy day, and as I listen to the evening traffic buzz and rumble by, I find myself very grateful for this existence.
That of knowing some special folk, who do their thing encouraging others.
Perhaps I can repay the favor at some point.