December 27

When I discovered the tragic truth that Terry had never sampled Crumbl cookies, I hatched a devious plan to escort her taste buds into the land of baked bliss.

Which, when translated from Colorful English Major Imagery into Normal Person Vernacular, means "Abby and I went out this morning and bought this week's lineup of cookies and then headed over to the Mother Ship so we could make her sample them with us (and--and this is important since I'm trying to eat more responsibly-- take the leftovers with her)".

It was my Christmas "gift" to her. She's been a good, consistent friend this year, and I'm thankful that she's in my life. 

I think friends are among God's greatest blessings to us, and I'm grateful for how mine make me think and laugh and grow every day.