Friends...

Yeah, we need them. I've got some. Not too many, not too few. Quality versus quantity. I have some stellar friends. I don't know how that happened, but I'm mighty thankful that I am so blessed. I'm a happier person because of them. A more thoughtful person. A more generous person. They not only enrich my life by their goodness, but my life is more worthy of them because of them. It's a paradox. See, I have friends who think of me when I need thinking of. Sweet gifts in the mail. A Willowtree figure, with two friends, just talking. A bottle of sunless tanning lotion and good smelling soap. A few new skirts. An old raggedy book of children's poetry. A gift certificate to my favorite restaurant. Photographs of flowers, all framed and on the wall. New thread and a fresh rotary cutter. A seam "unsew-er" with a handcarved handle. Hand-dyed fabric. A bag of Jelly Bellies. The most beautiful wallhanging I've ever seen- a joy to touch. All needed? Oh yes, they each serve a purpose, filling my days with the love of good friends. But even more precious are their kind thoughts toward me. Thank you, friends, for thinking of me when I need thinking of. You make me stronger than I thought I was.