Compassion and Pink Lemondade Skies

My sister/friend, miss sara, called me right after work yesterday,
"Hey, wanna go to dinner?"
My robot response
"Sure."
After the initial shock that I was actually available to do something, sweet sara took me out to dinner to the new, never been discovered by me [but now favorited] , cafe Zupas.
This is a picture of the delectable salad I partook of...

Fresh Raspberries, Blueberries, Strawberries, Blackberries, Cinnamon Almonds,
Romaine Lettuce, and Poppyseed Dressing

Tingles my taste buds just thinking about it!!

Absolutely incredible and just what my stingy pallet needed to refresh my senses.
The salad, however, was just a side note. I am so grateful to my friend who was there for me that night. She didn't pry, but knew something was up and made me feel comfortable enough to open up and let my worries out. I didn't know if I would be able to open up at all that night because of recent events that have caused me to become closed off and shut down, but I was somehow able to tell her what happened to me. It felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders to sit and see her really listening to me. She knows what I'm going through and understands. She's been there too. She wasn't in a rush or annoyed that I was babbling.
She listened and cared.
It is a friendship like ours that sits pretty on a summer evening, and as we drove home, the sky was at its' best, filled with the hew of "Pink Lemonade" [-sara]
Beautiful.
I'm grateful for that night.
              I'm grateful for my friend.
                           I'm grateful for pink lemonade skies :)