Yesterday I spent a few hours visiting a friend who’s been side-lined by an ankle sprain. Her injury occurred without fanfare and for no good reason really. Like a lot of life, it just happened.
I am always grateful for my friends, but I often forget just how good they are to me. For me. They listen. They say nothing when quiet is called for. They say just the right thing when words are needed. And while they aren’t stingy with the truth, they are kind in their delivery.
Anyhoo, I about talked the ears off my laid-up friend yesterday. If I hadn’t had to meet a guy to discuss some termites (for reals), I’d probably be there still. Laughing and talking with my friend, listening to her sage wisdom wrapped in humor. Like I said, I am always grateful for my friends.