Sunshine

There was a package on my porch yesterday.

Inside was a glass sun and a note: "Just a little something that reminded me of you. Love, B"

It's perfect.



It is the thought that counts. If I were to see that glowing glass sun at a market I would say "Oooooo." If I had the pocket money I might buy it because I like it. A friend saw it, knew I'd say "Oooooo," and sent it to me....and I love it. Because it makes me feel treasured. Because I'll think of her and smile.

B, that sun is hanging in my kitchen window. Thanks sweets. You made my day.