Faithful friends are gifts
from heaven; whoever finds one has found a treasure. Unknow
Saturday morning was spent at the annual mother of all
garage sales in the biggest little city with three of my friends. Scouring
driveways for treasures, conspiring to get reduced prices on all of our
purchases, and occasionally even critiquing people’s fashion choices for the
morning, we had a fabulous time.
I look forward to
this event each summer, (We've been attending this sale for years) and it occurred to me today that the reason it is so fun is not the treasure hunting, or even the goal of being the one shopper
in the group that got the official “buy of the day” but the blessing of spending
this time with true friends. That is the real
treasure.
