“Another breakfast, Peggy!! Why are you so kind to me?”
“Where is your water bottle,” she asked, not worried about answering my rhetorical question.
“It’s on my desk. Right there, with the rose from our Mother’s Day assembly in it,” I answered.
“OK, you can’t drink out of that one, but you need some water,” Peggy told me this morning, as I enjoyed eating the generous and healthy breakfast she brought me–a cheese sandwich, yogurt, a kiwi, a tangerine, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, an egg, and a granola bar (from her daughter). Soon there was water too.
Yesterday, she brought me the breakfast in the picture below, and she promised another breakfast for tomorrow.
Why? My husband has been in the hospital for the last four days, and I’ve been with him. Of course, I didn’t have time to really cook, but I have certainly had time to eat thanks to the loving gifts of so many sweet friends–Peggy, Vinolia, Victoria, Molly, Georgina, and more coming in the next few days.
Thank you, friends, and thank you, God, for such a warm hospitable place I get to call home.