The other day my neighbor brought us a pineapple.

I like fruit. Isabella loves fruit. Pineapple.

So, we’ve received hundreds of cards and messages. Baskets, dinners, plants, calls, texts.

Awkward looks. Hugs. Sighs in our general direction.

But yesterday, we got a pineapple.

Not just a pineapple, but a pineapple that our neighbor bought over a week ago for us, and then had it on his counter ripening it for us.

He wanted the pineapple to be just right. When he brought it over he said Hi.

I almost cried, just because I’m always almost crying these days. He teared up a little and then he shoved a pineapple in my hand.

He said “ This is for you, I’ve been ripening it so that it’s just right. Peace be upon your house.”

Peace from a pineapple.

I’ve yet to cut into it, but let me tell you, it’s just right.

Maybe that’s it, enjoy a perfectly ripe pineapple. Feel a little peace.