I was driving to a meeting with a team of educators at our local primary school. The twins needed extra help learning to read. My mom was driving to a meeting with the team of caregivers at my grandma’s assisted living. My grandma had recently fallen and needed more care. We were talking on the phone as we each rallied for these meetings and agreed that this is what you do for people that you love. You show up.
Love means showing up; preferably, with snacks.
We all have days when we don’t feel hearty enough for our lives and we learn to let other people show up for us. Showing up for yourself might be the hardest kind of love. Writing is a way that I show up for myself. I hope this blog will be a place to explore what love looks like in our messy lives, in all the ordinary and holy moments that make up our friendships and families.