The older I get, the more I value friends. My friend Mary came to see me yesterday from Treat, AR. I fretted about her getting “lost”. You see she’s 93. An hour before her arrival time I tried to watch for her. She came to my house without a hitch. She had been here once before—1982! She came to check on me when Erin came home from AR Children’s Hospital. Yesterday, she brought me canning jars. I gave her eggs and a crocheted food cover. I do hope she’ll come again. Old friends are gold—lasting and true.
2 comments:
I certainly with what you said about friends.I don't know what I would do without mine. They are precious to me.
agree (the one word I left out in my answer above )
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