A Little Help

Marguerite's birthday party was eclipsed by the plague and rescheduled for this evening.  In the meantime, my oven went on the fritz, leaving my plans of baking a cake and dinner for all botched.  I was about to throw in the towel.  "Want me to bake cupcakes?"  Sarah offered.  "I hear your oven is broken, anything I can do to help with dinner?" Iris texted.  Just like that, our friends rallied.  A meal was shared, Marguerite was showered with love and celebration, and I was reminded of the gift of friendship and that a little help can go a long way.