"I'm coming to visit you," says my friend, after reading some of my recent posts.
"I'm OK," I reassure her.
"I'm coming anyway," she repeats, emphatically.
"I'm really not that bad," I reiterate, "I am already coming out of my slump."
"I know," she acknowledges, "I want to come. I think you can use the support."
Who am I to argue?
She's one of my best friends in the entire world. I miss her terribly.
"OK," I accede, "Let me know when you want to come."
I feel so loved.
I did not want her to come because she was worried. I know that I am OK, even if I have been feeling a little down.
But I am thrilled for her to come and play with me!!
She used to live here, and we have been through a lot together!
Well, she arrived Wednesday night!
I am so excited.
We are going to run away together.
My kids pouted a little, feeling slightly deprived that I am not taking them along. But I know they understand. I need a rest. And, as my friend jokingly pointed out to them, "If they come along, I won't rest." The kids laughed, knowing that it's true.
So, hopefully, we are off tomorrow!
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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