Better Late Than Never

I have a friend who had her sixth baby a couple of months ago. Her mother died three weeks later. She has been on my mind for both of these things and last night I dreamed about her. I have been wanting to stop by to see her to congratulate her and to offer my condolences, but hadn't made it yet. The main thing stopping me is that I felt like I needed to take small gifts to her and not just grace her with my presence. I finally made going to the store for her a priority today. I bought diapers and a bunch of tulips. I gave her a hug, snuggled her baby, and we talked briefly. She is a strong woman and I am grateful I know her.

I like to let people know that they are loved. I like to take loaves of homemade bread, cookies or other treats to those I think need a little TLC. I like to talk to people one on one and feel who they really are. I may not always be as prompt as I should and there are plenty of times I have ignored promptings altogether, but I try not to. I try to make any thought to do any good deed, no matter how random it seems at the time, a reality. The way I see it doing something kind can never be wrong--even if I should have done it sooner.

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I began this blog one year ago this month. This is my 31st post. That puts me at exactly 2.4 posts per month. Not a world's record, but a personal best. Up from the zippo I had before. I started it so that my children would have some record of their family's life. I haven't been very good at journal keeping in the past. I have been hit or miss at best. What I hadn't anticipated was how much I have enjoyed writing and reading this blog. I have reread my posts, some of them several times. They have made me laugh, cry and reminisce about my life. I like to write, so it should not have been such a surprise. But for some reason or other I didn't realize how much I would benefit from it. Maybe next year I will average a 3 or even 4 posts each month. I have ideas and notable life events that I could write about, but we shall see.

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