Fresh baked banana bread made by a friend of Brie's. She and another one of their friends brought it over knowing my daughter wasn't home. The fact that she cared enough to do so and to stay a while while I enjoyed the homemade treat was enough to make me feel so loved and special. The day was filled with little reminders I am not alone.
I wished I taken a picture of the girls, but that would have felt too weird. Instead, we sat around the table, talking about college, accounting and economy class and discussing plans for Brie's birthday.
So thankful for the love and support I receive on a daily basis.
It's the ordinary things in life that make living extra-ordinary. It's our job not to pass them by.
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