Covered in Love

This is not the first time I have been covered in love, I talk about it here, and you can see me covered here. My very dear friend Barb has covered me once again--as she has so many times over the years. Barb and I met at a home school group 19 years ago. Our daughters are friends. We have hauled home a bunny, kitten, buckets of soup, pans of rolls and bars, from their log home in the hills near Winona, but mostly we hauled home the love. The love of the pure and simple, the love of their Savior that is fleshed out in word and deed. An example that has challenged me and caused me to say on many occasions "I want to be like Barb when I grow up." She has shared her heart, wisdom, home, books, beads, patterns, and more. Together we have watched our children grow, went on home school field trips, women's retreats, and ridden in an ambulance. We have laughed until we cried and cried until we laughed! I love my Barb, and am blessed in more ways than I could count in our friendship.
Here I am all covered in my new apron that Barb made for me. The fabric is me through and through. When I tie this on I feel pretty. I feel in touch with the many women in history who tied on an apron every morning like a uniform and began the work of caring for, and sharing the fruits of their labor.

And look, Barb also covered Grace in some love!

Thank you Barb.