I would just like to say that I am very grateful that some good- even my best- friends came to visit me this weekend. Oh the joy of being yourself. Oh the sweetness of people who already know the worst about you. You don't have to explain why the Bible doesn't make it from your car to your house. You don't care if there is a streak on your glass cabinets. You don't even care if your friend starts to clean your refrigerator.
What a sweet memory to have. (We'll have to make some more in 2 1/2 months!)