It came in a package. From an address unknown.  To: Clarissa.  I almost didn't let her open it.  We couldn't imagine what it was.  We were not prepared.  A purse.  A beautiful purse.  Sent by one; with love.  One who spent hours here as a youngster running with the eldest; Chelsea's friend.  Now grown and married.  A gift to replace the stolen purse.  The tears start to flow.  Such grace.  Unmerited.  Undeserved.  So thoughtful. Kindness and warmth wrapped in a chocolate brown purse.  And the ... View Post