What I am Grateful for: a supportive community

When tragedy, disappointment or heartache strikes it allows your friends the unique opportunity to show you how much you mean to them. I think of my friend who called me everyday for months after Asher passed away to see how I was doing, the friend who happily continued to help me work on my baby quilt (although I had no immediate use for it) or my friend who brought us over a delicious meal (even though we were fully capable of preparing one) when we had family visiting for the memorial.  My thoughts turn toward my parents who demonstrated the full measure of their love for us, complete strangers who left kind words in my inbox or the people who rallied together to lighten my load in anyway they could. 

The motivation behind all these action was the same: love, concern and help without  judgment.

In the worst of times you are often able to see the best in people. I am grateful for the trials which have brought the strength of my supportive community to the forefront of my life and mind. I am grateful for the people who cheer me on during my lowest lows and highest highs.