Marsha is my dear friend who lives three houses and across the street from me. This blog is littered with stories of fun times with her and her family.
Last week she came over and took down my Christmas tree. I guess she saw it still in the window, and knew I wouldn’t even be thinking about it for another two months or so. So she came over and set to work, taking down and putting away each ornament, unwrapping the garland, and unstringing the lights. She had her sweet son, Bret come down and pull the actual tree apart and wrap it up into it’s box. After she was done she sat down and chatted with me for an hour or so, telling me tales and giving me good things to laugh and think about instead of myself (which, let’s be honest, I need!).
I do so love my dear friend, Marsha!
