Saturday, February 4, 2017

February 4

The doorbell rang this afternoon and when Adam answered it, he found a delivery man clutching a vase of buttery, sunshine-y flowers with my name on it.

Given the cockeyed look he gave me, I assumed they were from someone else, and I was right: they were from Meg, who was one of my best friends in high school. (She'll probably be embarrassed, but that's okay. I suspect she'll forgive me.) She included a sweet note letting me know that she's thinking of me. And, by extension, that she's remembering Logan.

With just a week to go before we hit that fifth anniversary, it's such a gift to know that my friends are holding me --and my family-- in their hearts. Love you, Meg, and sending hugs right backatcha.

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