One of many

If I ever question, which I do not, the power of those whose paths we cross--there's another fine example.

There's a recipe box sitting on the top of the antique sewing machine--filled with decorated cards from online friends who send prayers and well wishes and positive thoughts. She posts on a board and 'seems' to impress people with her loving ways. Go figure that.....but she IS the one with all the 'nice' genes.

I got to meet one of those gals yesterday.
She's spunky and outgoing and fun-- and clearly cares about the sister, hugely.

There's no doubt about the love she's surrounded by.
If she bothers to doubt that, I'll just hug her and hand her the box.
And the album.
And the books.....and cards....

It's good to have things you can touch and see and hold on to.
But it's the unseeing, untouchable but abundant love that will lift her up in all this.

And there IS an abundance......

I'm so glad.

Hugely so.