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Gift of Friendship

The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it.

~Hubert H. Humphrey

I've been struggling with my son beginning nursery school. He has (albeit expectedly) shown mixed emotions about it and it has me feeling worried and sick.

After another such day last week, I cried to my friend on the phone.

From two states away, she loved me, she cried with me, she supported me, and she reassured me.

"You are a great mother," she said. Sometimes we really need to hear that.

The next day I came home to find flowers. Peeking out from every shade of purple I could imagine was this note:
I am proud of you. Don't give up. You are an awesome mom and doing all the right things.

This is why we need friends. To let us know we aren't alone (even if our closest friends are the farthest away). To cheer us on. To hold us up.

To remind us that this is just life.


  1. Good friends do know how to bring the awesome when during those times when we're feeling less than awesome. She sounds like a good one :)


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