The army I owe much gratitude to deserves a trip to Hawaii but a grateful blog about their gifts of healing will have to suffice. If I haven’t been to Hawaii yet, then they don’t get to go before me thus the reason for the blog post about them instead.
To Camille,
one of the first to know of my current pregnancy, showed up at my door with her you-are-going-through-a-crappy-time-but-I-am-thinking-of-you gifts. When I miscarried in 2008, she did the same thing with a stack of candy and some tulips. This time, a gift with the excuse to indulge even though I was on a Biggest Loser competition…she forced me to eat it even though I knew I shouldn’t.
Camille is extremely thoughtful, aware and compassionate.
maybe just trying to get rid of her giant batch of homemade caramel corn, I was the happy recipient of one of my true loves. Her thoughtfulness spoke volumes and even if it had been a thousand dollars, I wouldn’t have been more excited to take it off her hands.
Danielle is genuine, selfless and easy to love.
To Janea,
with her hot jar of hot, creamy tomato soup fresh from the kitchen and a loaf of my other true love, bread. Without having to ask, she showed up with the most delicious dinner-to-the-rescue. Although ALL food tastes way better when you aren’t the chef, this was truly a special treat.
Janea is invested, devoted and a good listener.
To my sister-in-law Sarah,
and her expensive-tasting pork loin dinner with all the fixin’s so good that it almost made Rob leave me for her. After a brief email telling my volleyball teammates I was feeling a bit under the weather, she immediately brought over dinner. What if I meant that I was being lazy? Didn’t matter, she wanted to make my day and she did just that.
Taryn is invested, generous and concerned.
To Melain & Jon,
my deepest, dearest friends who have cried, laughed and held my hand through it all, twice. Always a text away, they are family and favored and they heard my cries. Jon in his most honest concern asked how I was and I replied with a need for sunshine, sleep and pizza. Not moments later Melain appeared with pizza, a cinnamon wheel and a gallon of my most favorite milk in the whole world. For once, food was not what hit the spot.
Melain is enjoyable, loyal and deeply caring.
Jon is bighearted, loveable and sincere.
To Debi,
my secret admirer for a day and to her extensive knowledge of people’s favorites. A random box of chocolates and a note that still hangs on my fridge today, she gave me strength to breath another day and a supply for my midnight snacking. A true BFF without really knowing it and much time anticipated to cultivate still.
Debi is honest, doting and eager.
To Lori,
my neighbor by luck and friend by choice, the fresh Focaccia Bread didn’t even last long enough for a proper picture. My recipe and food sharing friend, we have shared many a conversations from the front yards of our homes. A natural fit to my kind of people…you are a gift.
Lori is joyful, willing and an easy comrade.
To Jen, Brigette, Tatiana, Rachel, Elizabeth, Erika, Lynette, Amy and all those who contributed all the comments, encouragement, meals, babysitting, advice, prayers, friendships and love…you have saved me without actual gifts. Your compassionate eyes and open arms are what gave me hope and stability in my turbulent, emotional ride. Thank you for listening to the still, small voice.
You are all mine!
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