I have to share with you a most special gift sent to me by a treasured friend. We don't see one another often, as she lives in Vermont, and I live in Arizona, but our friendship has endured. My family lived in Vermont for about seven years until 1984, and I loved it. For many years since we moved from Vermont, my friend, Gayla, sent us a fresh Vermont wreath at Christmastime. For the last few years, she hasn't sent one for whatever reasons, but I understood. But this year, I was surprised to see a flat box, that looked like it might be a wreath, in my mail. I can't tell you how excited I was. I almost bought one for myself a week or so ago, but I smelled it, and it wasn't the same. It hardly had any nice scent at all! No, I just didn't want it.
But yesterday, lo and behold, there was my wreath. Simple, but beautiful, and it smelled sooooo good. I stick my nose in it every time I go outside.
Thank you, my friend! You know me so well!