When I got home from school, I found a plump little package from my oldest friend. (And by that I mean the friend I have known the longest.) She was the first friend I made when I moved in third grade to the little town of Redding, Connecticut . Wendy still lives in Connecticut, and we keep up by phone and email and Facebook. She sent me this handmade tea towel, explaining she had learned from Facebook and looking at my pictures on 365, that we share a love of tea. This thoughtful gift and with it, the memories of good friends, was a comfort on a day when it seemed the world was turned upside down. I breathed a big sigh and made myself a cup of tea.
