Tonight, I am staying with my friend K. She and I were roommates, and she has become one of my dearest friends. I was so excited to spend some time with her this weekend.
Then, I opened her fridge and started to cry.
She has stocked her fridge with my favorite foods. There’s organic milk and string cheese. There are farm fresh eggs and organic chocolate milk. There’s Mountain Dew Throwback. Veggie eggrolls. And my favorite . . . bacon. (As my brother says, bacon is the vegetarian’s cryptonite.)
K is taking care of me, and I didn’t realize how very much I needed to be taken care of. What a good friend. What a good friend.
