A rather wonderful friend. And she sent me birthday presents.
And I never said a thing about them. Until now.
She made this notebook for me. Isn't it wonderful?
Of all the things I wondered about getting for my birthday, such a wonderful thing as this I never expected.
Made it herself. And she put Narnia and books all over it and I can read and read and know what I'm supposed to say. G.K.C can inspire and remind me to keep going, and I can remember her. Every time I set the page to pen. Though, I'm kind of afraid I'll mar the beauty work of it with all my mixed words that aren't as good as they could be.
And Chai tea. I don't know how she knew. Just did, I guess.
She sent me some Marzipan, too, 'cause she remembered from Christmas emails that I wanted to taste some German Christmas food. She's German. And I love German and Dutch and all those kinds of places. And she remembered that. Hmm. She makes me smile when she remembers these little things.
There's no picture of the Marzipan because, well, it got gobbled up before I could.
It's good, because that's how I remember her. How I remember my friend. This way, with all the story telling and the meanings in the stories, and how a story doesn't really mean anything if it doesn't change the writer, too.
Thanks for always reminding that "God is still good". I have that memory locked up tight inside me because you gave it when the summer was hot and the money low and the worry in lines tight on my brow, and somehow He helped you make it all right for me. Thank the Lord for you, and your wonderful gifts. Thank you.