Friends, Family and Fellowship

Friends rock my world. Friends fill my life with light and joy. Friends ignore my idiosyncrasies. Friends eat my food -- usually -- drive me places and pick me up both literally and figuratively.

Mary let me into her and her daughters lives. Now there are two granddaughters with another grand baby on the way and I am welcome.
Carol has more creativity than any seventeen people I know. Laughs at my jokes. Shares stories, adventures, experiences, memories and her granddaughter.
Kathleen gives me good titles, books and movies. And medical advice. And thoughtful analysis'. I loved A Somewhat Gentle Man.
Eleanor slips me sweet emails and cards with encouragement or compliments. Inspires with her intelligence and memory.
Sandy graces us all with kindness for all. She has a passion for charities, reading, friends, photography, and rowing in Dragon Boats. And her best friend her husband Jim.
Lynn and Claire go with me, disagree with me, and put me in my place when I am didactic or wrong, and when all else fails they listen.
Amanda shares hopes joys and fears.
Jo-Anne is always ready for coffee or a pedi or a gossip or a dream.
...and Kathy.

Friendship means connectedness. After I have spent an evening with friends I feel lighter and more up-lifted as we visit, discuss, talk and sometimes break-bread. It isn't always quiet, but it is always calm and peaceful.

They are friends to me.

Fellowship is important whether it be with friends or family. Fellowship bloomed around Mark and Amber's new swimming pool this holiday weekend. I wished I was there.

I sent Brittany a gift card for graduation and she bought a piggy bank. That delighted me. Never in this universe would I have picked out a piggy bank to send a young lady off to college with. It's a good thing I took Ian's advice and sent her a gift card instead of a gift.

Roger and Stephanie cruised on the Fortener's boat this weekend. Ian house sat for them. Christian didn't check in, but he was in my thoughts. Jan worked.

I had my first telephone conversation with Connor he said "Hi" and I heard Roger in the back ground say, "Tell Granny you love her" and there it was "Love you." On our Thursday playdate he kept telling me "I do it. I do it." or "I get it. I get it." The wee guy is growing up. I made him cry when I gave him water instead of juice. And when I took the Ipad away. And when I didn't let him leave with me.

He also cried a surprised whimper when he ate some spicy sausages his daddy had grilled. Then cried for more of the same food and cried again because it was spicy hot. Then cried for more. Luckily the food finally ran out and he got some potato chips instead.

Friends family and fellowship rocks my world and ain't I glad.

Life isn't always hot Cajun sausages.