A dear friend who I don’t think I’ve seen all year long just dropped off a Christmas gift for me. In the gift was a handwritten note that warmed my heart. Gift aside, one of the things I love most about our friendship (aside from our love of book & Zadie 🥰) is that we don’t take offence by distance. We don’t need to see each other or speak daily to know that we love each other. We pick up where we left off and keep it moving.
Despite the chaos of the year, thoughtful actions and gestures keep making their way to me. On this 3rd last day of 2020 I give thanks for thoughtful gifts. I’ve received all year long and I’m grateful. Counting my blessings. Ase
It was a reminder in this time of tarnishing gilt, that should all else crumble, memories of gestures made, thoughtfulness considered, and seeds of inspiration planted, might outlast all. ~Denise Kiernan~