I was laying with Luke tonight listening to him read. After he finished I told him he could have a few more minutes before it was lights out. He grabbed a book off his shelf that he loves to read over and over again. Its the book of notes and pictures and stickers and cards from his surgery. I was reminded of the love and generosity shown to Luke, and to our whole family.
It has been an eventful year. And I am sure everyone can say that about their own life. That is what makes all the service to us more special. I know that people have had to sacrifice to do things for us. I know that people would say, "Oh but I am so glad to do it!" But I know, that most often, doing things for someone else means sacrificing a bit of yourself, or of your family.
There have been so many instances of love and generosity and service and whatever else you want to call it:
- Like someone offering to bring me dinner before I even knew I needed it.
- All the get well gifts sent for Luke. I would pull one out whenever it was time to clean him up, or give him medicine, or when I needed him to calm down. And you know what? As soon as I was finished with the last dose of medicine, and we no longer needed to clean his nose out at night, I ran out of the get well gifts.
- The times our lawn was mowed this summer.
- The babysitting.
- The welcome home signs.
- The phone calls offering to help.
- The smile.
- The basket-o-fun for our road trip to CA.
- The rides for my kids to their activities at church.
- The grocery store runs.
- Watching my children when it is very inconvenient.
- The package in the mail.
- The comments on my blog.
- Service when my Nana passed away.
- Service when Jay's Grandmother passed away.
- The sincere well timed compliment that made a difference in my day.
- The listening ear. Sitting and listening to me as I try and organize my thoughts.