For two decades, I've had the treasured gift, friends of all ages. With all of us in our forties now, Heidi presented us with a gentle message of timeless simplicity Anglund's classic book remained the perfect way - on this holiday - to remind us that we are all loved.
A friend is someone who likes you.
It can be a boy...
It can be a girl...
A tree can be a different kind of friend. It doesn't talk to you, but you know it likes you, because it gives you a place to hang your ornaments.
Sometimes you don't know who your friends are. Sometimes they are there all the time, but you walk right past them and don't notice that they like you in a special way. And then you think you don't have friends. Then you must stop hurrying and rushing so fast...
And move very slowly, and look around very carefully, to see someone who smiles at you in a special way...
Or hosts a special dinner with fancy plates and yummy food...
Or bakes a delicious dessert - or two - just for you...
Or paints you beautiful artwork and has it made it into notecards to send to friends...
Or let's you call them Becky for six months because at least they are saying hello...
Sometimes you have to find your friend.
Some people have lots and lots of friends. Or some people have quite a few friends.
but everyone . . .
everyone in the world has at least one friend.
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I know where I found mine all those years ago.
