Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The generosity of friends
I have this friend who lives in DC. She is one of the most generous people I know. We were thrown together in a dusty spot in another time in our lives. We worked and lived together for three years in a cul de sac of a place. And became friends. I haven't seen her for a good few years but on the weekend three huge Fedex boxes scuttled to our doorstep, bursting with goodies for our baby.
You know that scene in Friends where Monica opens all the wedding presents when Chandler is away? That was me. I had these three wonderful, smiling, smelling-of-America boxes looking up at me with the-cat-in-Shrek pleading eyes and I thought, "ah, I'll just open the box, no harm done" So I did. And inside were all these delicious colourful parcels - each item individually and beautifully wrapped in bright tissue paper- and a crinkly yellow one in particular, begging, just BEGGING to be opened. And the baby gal was sitting next to me looking intrigued and egging me on so what could I do? There she was, eyeing out all the pretty colours and was so fascinated by all the rustling and the brightness that I just couldn't stop! Nothing like blaming a three month old heh?
And then a frenzy took over and suddenly I was sitting there waist deep in a pile of pink and yellow and orange tissue paper and a score of beautiful dresses and toys and books scattered around me.
The gal looked at all this, laughed at the duck and the caterpillar and promptly fell asleep.
So my friend has singlehandedly tripled our daughter's wardrobe. I laid out all the stuff on our (not small) bed and took some pics. I meant to take some before and after wardrobe pictures too but forgot! From a couple of dry biscuits and dust to shelves piled high with succulent berries and ice cream.
Thank you T.