Spaghetti and Ice Cream
Over the past few months, I’ve discovered the depth of the friendships that I’ve cultivated and with which I’ve been amazingly blessed. My friends have rallied, carried me through, and cheered me on through a truly difficult era in my life. And I cannot be grateful enough.
I was showered with love and gifts at Valentine’s day.
I was thrown the ultimate birthday party in April which was dubbed the “We Love Megan” party. That’ll make a girl feel special!
But it’s the smaller (or perhaps larger?) everyday things that really hit home for me. It’s the nights of dinner and a movie or a favourite television show. It’s the afternoon run or hike through the park. It’s the 5Ks and brunches on Saturdays.
Earlier this week, two of my friends demonstrated going the extra mile to me. After work on Monday, Caron and Cooper came over and joined me in a couple of hours of intense yard work. We mowed, trimmed, yanked, and raked. We bagged, climbed ladders, and laughed at ourselves, each other, and the crazy things we found in the plant kingdom. I bet most of you didn’t know how tall a dandelion can actually get! In return, I made a meal of spaghetti and treated them to ice cream. (By the way—Coldstone’s Strawberry Shortcake Serenade is amazing!) They gave so much for so little. They know that I would do the same for them. To me, that is friendship. It’s these friendships that remind me every day that I am not alone. They remind me of God’s love for me. They remind me of how we are to treat each other.
For if either falls, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to lift him up.