Last night, between 7:30 and 8:00, there was a knock on our door. A family on our street sang a Christmas carol on behalf of our local Christmas basket organization, and handed us a floral arrangement, all wrapped up to save it from the cold. It was short and sweet and really, really lovely.
This group is a volunteer group who gathers food donations, as well as other donations, and tries to help people in the upcoming season. Its geared towards people who have struggled or experienced hardship in the year. People are asked to “nominate” families who would benefit from some food or some general recognition.
I don’t know who specifically, but I do know that more than one person mentioned our family to the organization, and that is how we got these ❤️
I know we are not the only people who lost this year. I know we’re not the only people who experienced a miscarriage this year, either. But to have that recognized and acknowledged by our town feels monumental. It felt huge to have our church support us the way they did through our loss, and to have the town in general added on to that is a pretty huge honour. This is also not the first time we’ve been gifted this way from the same organization for the same reason. I am so thankful to the people who recognizes our losses as real losses. Not everyone gets that.
To you who did put our names in –
To you who orchestrated our gift –
To you who delivered our flowers –
Thank you ❤️ I appreciate it more than you know. This doesn’t “fix” anything, but it warms my heart. And for that, I am truly grateful.