“We have gnomes.”
These three simple words, typed to me in a text message from my fella, fully encompass why I love my family.
“Gnomes?” I asked, rather befuddled. I mean, this isn’t the sort of thing you hear on a daily basis.
“Wait” he said, “it wasn’t you?”
This message was followed by a number of pictures like the one below.
Yes, we had gnomes.
Twice in the past week I’ve heard people ask me, “You come by it honestly, don’t you?”
The “it” to which they were referring is my love of silliness and general need to both give and receive whimsy. And they were right, I do come by it honestly. Because when my mother and aunt visited me recently, they decided to fill my house with these little guys. They were found peeking out of our kitchen cabinets, in my sock drawer, poking out of my purse, hiding in my car, perusing our bookshelves… and I’m told that there are still two more yet to be found!
So not only did they treat me and my plus one to dinner, take us out for a night on the town, and shower me in love and yarn, they also “gnomed” my house. I of course appreciated the yarn and food (the food was SO GOOD), but what I enjoyed most was being around their infectious joie de vivre. And I love them even more for giving me that touch of whimsy that I so desperately crave.
What’s more, is these two amazing ladies were able to leave pieces of themselves here with me even as they left. Twelve pieces, to be exact. I will always and forever be grateful to have them in my life. And I hope that I, like them, never stop doing things like this for as long as I live.