Grateful heart

          I don't mean to be sappy. (Really, I don't.) Or to keep droning on about my sometimes oh so poor, poor pitiful me state of mind but, I just need to share, again, how grateful I am for friends like those of you that read my blog faithfully and inspire me to hang in there, and have become my friends.
     It's just that you just don't know who's thinking of you. I shared some thoughts a few months back about how hard it was, becoming suddenly single, and how I learned a whole lot of life lessons throughout the process of suddenly having a few life to start from scratch.
     I still believe everything I wrote in that post, but most especially two things stand out in my mind.
    The first part, about realizing some people who say they will love you forever may not, and how painful that is. It all goes back to actions speak louder than words, and I have learned the hard way that I must look at what a person actually does, not what he says he will do, to know the truth about his intentions, and he really feels about you.
     The second, and most important part that continually amazes me though, time and time again, is  that people you didn’t even realize were your friends actually care quite a lot about you. It's so reaffirming, so heartwarming, so touching, to hear from someone that they have been through the same situations, (and lived to tell about it!) to have a friend pop out of seemingly nowhere, whether it's a blogland friend, or a casual acquaintance from around town, just to remind you that they care about you. It just makes me turn to a big puddle of gratitude.
      Today my junkin' buddy Pam delivered a gift to me from one of my sweet friends that I was in a book club with a few years back. She's a serial Junker too, and so we are kindred spirits of sorts, even if we don't see each other all that often. This darling vintage tin, full of old children's blocks, was her way of sending her love and reminding me that she is thinking of me.
     When Pam and I were done junkin' for the day I studied the lovely vintage tin once again, and thought about just how truly blessed I am. I simply cannot feel sorry for myself when I look at this tin. It will always serve as a physical reminder that I am so lucky, so blessed. *sigh* Life really doesn't get any better than this.