Service

I'm really not one to ask for help. I'm deathly afraid of appearing like a mooch or like I can't handle things on my own. However, our life as of late has required me to accept the help of others. Probably still not as much as I should, but more. After, one of my great friends told me I need to stop being prideful and accept the fact I NEED help, I decided I needed to do so.

I have learned so much through these experiences. Sisters from the Relief Society brought meals daily, and now, nearly 6 weeks later, they are STILL bringing meals. Meals that literally make me feel so much less stress. It's nearly impossible for me to cook still (though I have busted out a few meals....usually burnt). Friends cleaned my TOILETS at the old house when we moved. WHO DOES THAT? Blog friends I have never even met sent sweet notes and gifts. New best friends sent me twin supplies/strollers/bows/dresses. Old friends made endless phone calls and texts when I never answered because I was so swamped and tired. Moms and Mother in Laws who love my kids as much as I do. Words can not express how grateful and humbled I am by the service and generousity of others. It's seriously something I think about often and get choked up over. I've never been the recipient of so much love, and honestly, it has made this process so much more fun/easy/wonderful.

I can send out a thousand thank you notes, but I think the best "Thank you" I can give is promise to pass it on. I now know how much relief a meal can bring to someone who is losing their mind. I know how much a little gift can mean. The thought, and the sharing of the excitement. I am so grateful and so is my little family.