"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,
Waiting on the Tenth
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