And then there was this.
Her annual homemade fudge, along with gifts from Hungary and Austria.
Opening her care packages, I have a little ritual.
Photograph the box.
Photograph contents.
Photograph handwritten goodness.
And I weep a little, happy weep.
Books.
Books are my favorite. And I hear the big one is good.
I will spend time unlearning all I've learned, hopefully becoming a better me.
Deep, authentic, quality connections.
Faithful connections. Those who love us in spite of ourselves. Regardless of the messes we make.
Those connections matter.
Those matter most.
Love,
Lucy
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