Friendship

The day I got the phone call that my mother may not make it  more than 2 or 3 days, I began packing to fly to Arkansas the next day.  A friend (who is also my neighbor) brought this over as a gift for on the plane.  She had made it.

Not only was it the perfect size, it was perfect for the Arkansas girl who is eternally cold. I know I looked a sight in the Minneapolis airport with my quilt, my ear buds in, and a pile of used Kleenex beside me, sitting in an area with no one else around.  I must have looked like I had the flu! ha ha.
It was perfect.  It was comforting. It was what friends do. Thanks K.