You always know who your best friends are. They're the ones who are at your side at your best and worst.
Yesterday, I was reminded again who one of my best friends is. I went down to my mailbox, and there it was, exactly what I'd asked for, a popsicle-stick picture frame, complete with a great picture of Yaakov, me, and a whole family full of friends.
It's true that Yaakov's never met those friends, and the paste job was more amusing than professional, but the accompanying letter which said that she was including a picture from that time we all went out together really touched me.
On the macaroni end of the spectrum... my neice said that if we return her gift, she'll replace the macaroni with something that isn't chametz! :)
We're so grateful for all the gifts, all the little notes, and all the words of wisdom and encouragement from all our friends.
And if you're still looking for the perfect gift for us, please, no challa boards...