All shapes and sizes

I have some very wonderful people in my life. Here are just a few.

My oldest friend, meaning the one I've known the longest, has made trips over to my apartment during the last four months to bring me lunch and picnic on my deck, to bring me a bath chair at the end of a very long day and crutches after an even longer one.  And this was after she just had a mastectomy!

My neighbor, who lost her son to a terrible murder a year ago, surprised me by leaving a fern on my porch one morning before I ever woke up.  She runs two coffee shops in cancer centers and caters for people with about as much love as anyone could ever possibly dream up.  She grows vegetables in a local public garden and tonight brought me all kinds of tomatoes and peppers from her first harvest.

Bestest, who calls me and texts me all sorts of tidbits through out the day, who celebrates my birthday in style and who has turned our archive work into vacations, is celebrating his birthday.  He's already had several cakes baked by people who love him and presents started coming in weeks ago. Why? Because he treats everyone like they are the most special person in the world.  People just can't do enough for him.

There is no such thing as too much love.  It's not all the same. It comes in different ways from different people, but it's there and I hope I never take any of it for granted.