I’m near tears with gratitude. After feeling some guilt in dragging my boys out in the cold so I could play soccer, a friend offered to bring us dinner.
It was an absolute feast of noodles, roast chicken, and yams. My goodness.
I was blessed to finally meet her husband as I met her this summer through our new meetup group for un-, home-, crisis-, virtual-, and whatever-schoolers.
A small miracle, but one that fed our bodies and souls.