If you’ve been reading here long you probably know I love to give gifts. Small ones. Surprise ones. Important one. Silly ones.
I love to wrap them up in fancy boxes and ribbon. I love to leave them to be found unexpectedly. Snail{mail}. Love Loved. ( Tomorrow The next time I blog, I’ll tell you all about how the USPS hates me and is taunting me…)
But I don’t necessarily love getting them. Okay I do…but there is something I love more. It’s the gift of time.
They get that. They know that sometimes an hour in the car in a parking lot or running errands together is the best we can do. But I need it. They do too. Sometimes life only allows that connection in the form of texting about nothing, and everything. But mostly we need to see each other’s face. Sit in the presence of each other. Cry on a couch. Laugh till your belly is splitting. Talk until you run out of things to say. (Okay… we are still waiting for that to happen!)
And I couldn’t be more grateful. And I know it’s going to be a great week because this afternoon I’ll pick D up, we’ll shop, and spend hours in her kitchen making sushi together. {Adore}
And Friday, we are breaking Annie’s new pad in with a girl’s night in. Much awaited. I’m slightly giddy with anticipation because I do love a good slumber party…but mostly because I’m looking forward to 12 hours with some of my favorite people on earth.
