Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you for your sweet and thoughtful gift. You cannot imagine my excitement when I opened the carefully wrapped package delivered by my friendly post man today and it contained...
...PEANUT BUTTER & CO CINNAMON RAISIN SWIRL PEANUT BUTTER! No truly, you cannot imagine my excitement (I am the first to admit the amount of excitement I display for this much loved peanut butter, which is impossible to obtain in Newfoundland, may be considered excessive for a grown woman). Sheer joy, indeed. It's the little things that make life enjoyable, such as a favorite peanut butter on warm toast, with the pb melting into the bread just right. Pure comfort.
Your gift arrived at the perfect time, in the middle of a week filled with the struggles of recovering from pneumonia, fertility treatment disappointments, a work week of paperwork woes and building anxiety of a major life change to come. All that took a back burner when I sat with my peanut butter this evening (with a cut up apple and a cup of hot tea, one of my favorite ways to enjoy my treat) and nibbled away. When you haven't had a favorite in a while, there's always a risk it's not what you've built it up to be in its absence. But not this time - it's as good as I remember it.
Your gift provided the perfect reminder that geography doesn't dictate friendship, and even though friends and family may be far away in the physical sense, they can always be kept close in the heart. And on the cusp of another pending move, with lives soon to be disrupted and roots pulled and replanted, it's the very reminder that I needed. I hope that you and your family know the same in your hearts, and that the soil of Wyoming proves fertile and nourishing as you replant the Dillow roots.