Please allow me to be a little sappy tonight.
I am awash with love for all things friendship right now. Iâ€™m lying in bed with a homemade warm, aromatic, herbal heating pad keeping my toes warm, listening to the ultimate friend gift â€“ a mix â€˜tapeâ€™ (a CD actually, but like just like I canâ€™t say anything BUT â€˜rollâ€™ down the car window, I also canâ€™t say anything BUT mix â€˜tape.â€™). I also have in my possession a lovely reminder that in the midst of great depression I can still find JOY.
These are all gifts from friends who love, who listen, who pay attention.
These are gifts that are not only the perfect gift FOR me, but they also reflect the personality of the giver. Each one comes with its own special way of beckoning me to smile, to think about the giver, and to see myself the way others see me, which is usually better than how I see myself.
These are the women who stay after, like the friends of Sally Field in Steel Magnolias who follow her down the road after Julia Robertsâ€™ funeral in anticipation of being needed. They donâ€™t need to be asked, they are just there.
I have SO not been into Christmas this year. I unpacked all the decorations and they still sit on the table. I let the tree die and all its needles are falling off. I piled a bunch of clutter in front of the manger scene. I didnâ€™t start thinking about Christmas presents until yesterday.
These gifts given to me, and the friendships they represent, bring me hope and joy during a time of great emotional weight and apathy â€“ not because they are things to behold, but because the act of giving came from a love that reflects a Greater love.
Thank you, from the deepest part of my heart, thank you.