Our family is so fortunate because even in times when I just wanted to give up, we were loved so well and so deeply that it motivated us to choose to keep going. If you are reading this blog you are most likely one of those people that showed us love. From a random text on a random day from a friend halfway across the country just to say hi and thinking about you, to a freezer full of food to sustain us through the hard times, to meals brought for weeks by people who sacrificed their time and energy to bring us dinner to make life a little easier, to cards from people we haven't spoken to in years, to sweet friends flying and driving from all over to rally around me, to prayers for us from those close to us and from people in other countries we will never meet, to our families who knew when to give us space and when to hold us tight, to the sweet teachers at Harper's school that let her talk about Jack when she needs to, to the people who have been bold enough to share their stories of loss and hope and healing with us.
There are a thousand other ways we have been loved and I wish I could share them all. We appreciate you all SO much and there is no way I will ever be able to express my gratitude in words. We have learned so much how to love others well from the way you all have loved us and we will (and hopefully have already) love on other people in this same way. You have all been the literal body of Christ to us. Jesus' message boiled down to its most simplistic form was love.
