I've been missing my friend Sharon Kamerath lately. I mean, I always miss Sharon, who passed away a few years ago. But the last few days I've really, really, REALLY missed her.
Sharon had been ill for a long time and knew she was dying, which meant that she had time to arrange a few things--Sharon was a natural born arranger--and one of the things she did was to tell her family and friends that if they ever found a stray button, they'd know she'd been visiting.
Anyway. I've found myself looking for buttons. On the street. In my car. Around town. I haven't found any. Until I looked up just now and saw that vase full of button flowers my daughter-in-law Julie made for me. It's just sitting there. On my window sill.
Oh, Sharon. Thanks for reminding me that sometimes the thing we're looking for is right in front of us.