- porch bags of Hollywood zines, fresh herbs, and peppers grown with love,
- 2 bags of fresh, cute maternity wear left on the porch in the middle of the night,
- hand-me-downs from the mom of 3 boys under 5,
- bottles, lanisoh, massage oil (hint, hint), sippy cups dropped on my desk,
- Peruvian souveniers,
- postcards from Maine,
- Harding Street pool access,
- being cornered to make a lunch committment
These little bits of love just seem to come, and honest, I just feel swamped. The "thank you note" guilt lasts until I forget, then there's another act of kindness to remind me. I want to get better at Thank You, and also Reciprocate, but it seems like these tenderest moments come when I'm swamped, and give me such a lift- to know that I have a web of support around me that I don't often see...but it does indeed hold me up. Thank you, friends.
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