I once wrote some thank you stories as a way of honouring the ways that people touch my life in the midst of everyday ordinary. Over the past days, as I have been trying to pay more attention to what it really means to live love and live loved, I have begun to see how love continues to weave threads of story into my life:
M &H plus 3 kidlets who call me Aunty and let me pretend to be a grandma come for dinner and we light candles and laugh and snuggle and have a doll-dress fitting session (major hemming needed). Dean still defrosts, desnows, and decolds my car. Every. Single. Morning. CC and I have spoken exactly once on the phone, yet she sends a gift of genuine compassion and protective care. CD paints an image with her words that remind me that I can fully trust God with the broken pieces of my heart. Lucas pauses his day to simply be with us (and then takes home extra bags of pyrogies and the left over chocolate cake.) Dean goes shopping for something else and brings home warm cozy fuzzy soft clothes for me so -30 feels like a delightful hug. R & T send me pink thank you roses and I am overwhelmed at such sensitive graciousness. DH sneaks into the examining room while I wait for the Dr to check out my creaky elbow, taking a few moments from her nursing job just to see how I’m really doing because she knows that creaky elbows are nothing compared to hearts with gaping holes. Amanda sends cookies. I hope they get here soon. She says they are delicious.
I have lived loved in so many, many ways this past week. Thank you.
And since love always travels best on two-way streets, I am also trying to be more intentional about how I live love for others. I have so much learn about how to do this well.
What love stories have been woven into your life recently?