I found this poem today:

Friends are like quilts.
Their lives pieced together
Stitched with smiles and tears.
Bound with love and memories
Which last for years.

In April I had a visit from my dear friend Gabriella and her precious children. To look at the two of us, you would never expect us to be close. She is young. I am old. She is adventurous. I like to play it safe. She is the mother of young children. I am an empty-nesting grandma. She is thin and athletic and stylish and I’m ….. well, NOT. Whenever she comes to visit me, my acquaintances ask if she is my daughter. It’s true that she is closer to their age than to mine. And yet we are good friends. Here is a picture of the two of us sharing one of the many interests we have in common.




I am so thankful for the gift of friendship. That we are able to find people to love and admire, to laugh and to cry with, to share our stories and personalities with, to advise and be guided by, to be helped by and to serve, to share our concerns and interests with, to spend time and make memories with; is a GREAT Blessing!

One of our family mottos is “Home is where we treat our friends like family and our family like friends.” I am so grateful for my FRIENDS – both in and outside of my family. There are so many people who touch my life with love and kindness. I am richer for all of those I have known and loved and shared with.

I am so glad that we are not alone in this adventure we call life!