When everyone else lets me down, I’m so lucky to have someone to wrap my arms around. You know? We may not be perfect, but we’re perfect for each other. And there are some people I know who don’t believe I’m perfect for anybody. Good thing your opinion is the only one that matters.
I have a confession to make. I can’t knit. Or crochet. Or anything like that. I have all this beautiful handiwork from Norway, and I don’t know how to fix it. Take, for example, my daughters’ blankets.
Did you hear that? That was all the Norwegians who know how to knit (and even the other two who don’t) gasping in horror. At this rate, I’ll never get to be an honorary Norwegian. Heck, for this high crime, I’ll be banished to live in darkness with the trolls and never be allowed to touch a pretty thing again.
In the meantime, I’ll have to beg for help from real Norwegians who can do things like this.
The best of 2009: Dear ones in my life who know me and love me for who I am. Friends at the other end of the line (or across the table), willing to pick me up when I’m down. Love without conditions. Understanding without judgment. Empathy. Support. Kindnesses big and small. Generosity. Genuine interest. Warm hearts. All this makes everything worthwhile.