We missed the postie yesterday. All we got was a slip of paper telling us we had to wait. It was a very long wait until this morning. Before the dentist, we zipped to the PO and picked up a box that had traveled many, many, many miles in so many ways.
We opened the box in the car, of course, and read all of the names and admired the fabrics and shed some tears (OK, still reading, admiring and shedding…).
Reading the names is like reading a list of old friends and feeling supported in this. She reads off the names and I tell her what I know about each person. I haven’t gotten stumped yet. It’s like a quiz for my brain. And I am grateful to “know” you all. We both thank you from the bottoms of our mending hearts.
As you can see, Herself has found a happy spot on top of the quilt.
We both have oooh-ed and aaaaaah-ed over the fabrics and the quilting. She has found her favorite fabric in Pratima’s block.
Oh, and look, here are some more riches from the box. These are to celebrate my advanced age. :-) I will thank Miss Sarah in advance and feast on these shortly.
Do you ever find that you just don’t know what to do when faced with such kindness? “Thank you” continues to feel inadequate but thank you.