Life

Life is funny.

And sad.

And joyful.

Yesterday there was no post because I was honestly not feeling witty or funny or crafty.

It’s been one year since I had to deliver my little guy in the hospital and say goodbye at the same time.

I know everyone is saying, “Aren’t you over it yet?”

While I know I will never forget that experience, I have moved on and find tons of joy in my life. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

It’s just that in the days building up to yesterday I was flooded with lots of memories which are still painful to remember.

So there was no post.

And then life gives you a wake up call that says, “That was enough saddness for the day, time to be thankful.”

I received an email from a friend telling me she has taken her nephew in for several months while his parents try and get their act together.

About an hour later I got an  email from another friend saying foster care is near and dear to her heart and she was organizing a project where duffle bags are collected for kids who have been abused or neglected.

She wrote,”They often leave their homes with all of their belongings placed in a black garbage bag – with the unspoken message that they and all of their belongings are no better than trash. The goal of this effort is to provide a child with a nice bag filled with essential items (like underwear and toothbrushes) that they can call their own and help provide comfort as they transition.”

These two emails gave me the momentum I needed to “do something” yesterday. What are the chances I would receive two emails on foster care in the same day when I’ve never received even one?

I gathered what items I could find at home and bought some to fill a box to send to my friend.

My day started slowly and sadly but it ended with a thankful feeling in my heart.

Thankful I have three healthy children.

Thankful I can give those kids a hug everyday.

Thankful for my husband.

Thankful for women who love and take care of others who are in need.

Thankful for a drawer full of clean underwear.

Thankful for my life.