Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Under the Wire

Watch me show you how well I know brevity. Just as I was ready to do this the doorbell rang. I thought it was on tv but the scene on the screen did not include a doorbell. I rushed downstairs, peered through the drapes and there stood The Wilson. They were just turning away when I opened the door. They should have been in bed, yet they stood there with wide grins and another gift. 


When's the last time you received a hand-delivered letter? Subpoenas do not count. Kindra wrote me a letter for tomorrow, and her mother let her bring it to me because she had to go home. We have a clay date for Thursday though, so one day shouldn't matter. I think she feels left out sometimes because she has to go home. 

I wish you could read the entire letter but since you cannot, I will just say that it will make your eyes tear and the corners of your mouth reach to meet your forehead. She thanks me for everything that I've givenve them, but "most important your love and care." She asks God to bless me, my daughter, and my husband. She also "hopes that I live for a long while!" She ends with a scripture reference: Psalm 46:10.

I try not to cry in front of The Wilson, but they get to me. They love to be hugged, and they initiate them more often than I ever think to, and afterward I smell like puppies. Kindra loves Lucky, the chihuahua! She pretends that he's her baby. My cats go nuts when they smell me, but what's a friend to do?

Y'all are some of the best people I know yet you come in second to  The Wilson. They pray for me. Uh, huh. I know because they told me so. They say it with such assurance that I'm convinced that God listens to those three. I just hope they never invite me to go to church with them.  But, children are used to hearing "no thanks" and they weren't hurt when I turned down their lime Kool-aid. They understood my aversion to white sugar. Yesterday they brought me sweet gifts.


Children really do listen. Or are their memories less tapped than ours? They gave me fruit! I've seen the rolls before but I'd never eaten one. They asked if I liked it. Somehow they knew it was something special and new to me.


There were grapes also. Freshly washed. I offered them some of the bounty. Fatima said, "No thank you, these are for you. There's more at home." 

Then there's you. I keep telling you that you're the best. You need to know that you are. I went to the post office yesterday and . . .


I had mail! There was mail in our home box too. Seven letters and two postcards! For the first time ever I embraced the numbers without a hint of anxiety. Therapy pays, let me tell you. I just have to remind myself not to fret. Y'all are patient. You are kind. By now you know that I will reply in time. Yikes! Sixteen minutes 'til midnight. I've done it. I'm in under the wire! 

Write on!

6 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness mrs bobby you are too kind . Those wilsons sound like good ones and you certainly enjoyed their visit . such a nice name for you Mrs . Bobby ....I love it . As ever your friend the Lucy . take care my dear .

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    1. LOL. You are too much. The Wilson is special. :)

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  2. That just warms my heart. To know that there are still kind neighbors out there - it's wonderful.

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    1. They are the sweetest. I told my mom Kindra's prayer that I live a long time. She said, "Tell her to pray that you're in good health as you age, because no one wants to be old and not able to enjoy life." :)

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  3. I like The Wilson. What a sweet letter. You are blessed.

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    1. :) Indeed I am. Good little neighbors, good pen friends . . . Who can ask for much more?

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