Now I remember why we made the decision to move to a small town. I forget sometimes. I whine about what I don't have. I feel trapped. Stuck. Unsure of our decision. And then life, big and messy, comes crashing in and I get this:
The love that came pouring in both humbled me and reminded me of why I chose this life. I wanted community. I wanted to be connected in a meaningful way to the people I live with. I wanted to touch peoples hearts and be touched by them. I wanted this:
I have had a meal delivered, phone calls, cards in the mail, emails, text messages, flowers delivered and the offer to help me find a way to afford to go to California if I need to. That kind of friendship and kindness was missing in my heart when we lived in San Francisco and we went out searching just for that. I found it and I am tremendously grateful. Thank you.