Seems wordy for such a tiny accessory, but big on meaning.
The irony is that Mamaw spent a lot of time shooing us out of her kitchen. As kids, we were probably more underfoot than understanding of her ways.
This memory came to me as I was doing the dishes from breakfast this morning, feeling grateful for the people in my life.
I can't even describe the amount of gratitude I feel for everyone who has called, written and relayed messages of comfort, hope and positive energy. I am flattered right down to my soul.
As it is, I will not be shooing anyone out of my kitchen. Help can be hard to ask for, and sometimes even harder to receive. I hope I am a gracious recipient of all the things that have been done for me in the past five days.
I am grateful for help in my kitchen.
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