I have a very special friend who lives much to far away.
I think of her often but rarely take the time to contact her. I miss her more then she knows.
Time spent with her was always filled with fun and laughter.
She was infectious.
When Noah was born she bought a little purple book and asked our friends to write messages to Noah and I.
I found the book today while packing.
There were lot's of happy tears.
Funny how the gestures that don't take much are the ones when remember years later.