For the entire month of May and part of June 2014, people brought us meals 2-3 times a week. Someone at church had passed around a clipboard with my name on it, and row after row it was filled with people who wanted to help. They would come into my house, set their hot dishes on my counter, give me a quick hug and leave. Sometimes I would hide in my bed, just too sad and low to come out and be social. I was too broken, too tired, too sore to grocery shop and cook for my family- so they did it for me. This afternoon I made a meal for another family at church. I thought of Max and his little life and the impact he has had on me. I’m not really the first to volunteer for service FOR SURE but his life taught me to write my name on the clipboard. I will never forget those people who did that for me. My heart feels heavy and even coming up on six years sometimes I still want to hide in my bed. I love my kids so hard and it hurts to love him equally as hard and know him so much less.
