Chicken salad and friends

Today, whilst eating some yummy chicken salad, I thought of a dear friend—specifically the dear friend who made the chicken salad for an after-bike-race BBQ and then brought me the leftovers because she knows how much I love it.

I'm thankful for friends (that includes sisters and other female family members, of course) who listen to my troubles and give me advice... but mostly just listen.
I'm thankful for friends who understand what it's like to want to run away from your children.
I'm thankful for friends who know when I need help and (nicely) make me accept it.
I'm thankful for friends who laugh at my jokes.
I'm thankful for friends who always seem to call at just the right times.

And, I'm thankful for friends who bring me leftover chicken salad.

Sorry, no tantalizing pictures of the chicken salad. I only thought to do this post after I'd finished it.