You know 'em. You love 'em.
We've all got 'em and we couldn't get by without 'em.
They're not all stuck up here. Not on our old 18 Cubic Footer. It would take an industrial-grade, multiple-door model to even begin to display the whole crew of folks who are there for us in body and in spirit.
They turn up whenever there is a birthday, a first day of school, a call from the school nurse, a graduation,
a wedding, a flat tire, a child who needs tending or soothing or distracting, when a dog needs to be let out or a package signed for or our plants watered, when a toast must be made or when you need a loaf of bread to make toast. They save you when you are clinging to the end of the parenting rope and celebrate with you when your kid accomplishes something pretty amazing. They'll loan you anything from from a crib to a wheelchair, from a cup of sugar to a bottle of wine.
They know what needs to be done and they pitch in and do it.
We could make a long list of feats and favors, kindnesses and gifts that we have been blessed with from each and every individual you see here and many more in our lives who, although their photos are not seen every time we go for the ice cream, are our "frig people" none the less.
They are our family, our friends, our neighbors, our mentors, our "village".
Who are your frig people? What have they done for you?
Are you as thankful for yours as we are for ours?
Could that be possible?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.