I arrived to pick Angus up from preschool that afternoon and he was clutching a folded piece of paper in one hand... while eating his afternoon tea with the other hand, of course. His teacher prompted him to show me the piece of paper. On it, all crumpled and creased, a scribbly teddy bear. Made with care by Grace. For Angus. Their teacher informed me that Grace has quite the crush on Angus. He held onto the piece of paper, folded and small, all the way home and wanted to put it in a safe place where Felix wouldn't get it. Such a warm and fuzzy day.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Warm & Fuzzy
I received a belated birthday present from one of the lovely friends I had dinner with the other night. Every year we make each other promise that for the following year, we won't. do. presents. We both know that the promise will never hold water. We're both way too stubborn and honestly just enjoy giving one another a little something to mark the occasion. This year, I received the softest, loveliest scarf. It was the perfect choice, as I love my scarves. Wearing it to work on Thursday, gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling. The delicate scent of Chanel ensconced in the weave and the knowledge that I was wearing a gift from the heart of a dear friend. It all felt good.