I am getting ready to send Heather another care package...and couldn't fit myself in it. (:D) I also couldn't fit in something she loves, something the two of us enjoy very much. It's the pears off the tree in our yard. So...Heather..here is a sampling from our crop this year. I know you can't really taste them, so let me assure you that they are a sweet, juicy, flavorful batch of goodness. I really enjoy putting together little packages for the girls (I know she shares!) It's fun to think about what might bring a sense of home, help, or just plain silliness. I wish the box I could afford to send was bigger. It just isn't. The sense of surprise is what brings me such delight. I like surprises - the gift kind, anyway. And I really like to give them. There's something about someone putting some thought into what might bless you that brings the greatest sense of love to me. It truly is the thought that counts.
So, Heather my love, here's the thought that counts. A taste of home.
