Friends make chicken soup
On our way back from picking up Kirsty at the airport, I got sick. And stayed sick for three days or so. And Kirsty? Well, she just brought her bags in and started playing with Chésaweh while I found a bucket and lay clutching it and moaning. A little while later, she started making chicken soup and continued playing with Chésaweh too, while I lay clutching my bucket.
What a welcome!
Thank goodness for friends. Thank goodness for friends who’ll just step into your life again and pick up where you left off. Thank goodness for friends who are there through the thick and thin, and willing to make you chicken soup!
Kirsty? Love you! Theta what?!!
You’re beautiful. Thanks for being you.