To make me feel your love

Today is gratitude Sunday and I have much to be thankful for. To start with is my wall of cards....


I have never felt so loved in my whole life.  At about this time last week, in a post titled, "To make you feel my love",  I was professing my love to everyone that I care about and it seems that people are professing right back.  For that I am grateful.

I have had many friends who have provided meals for my family and for that I am, also, grateful.  That makes it so much less stressful for Dan and it gives him more time to focus on school and the kids' needs and those are big priorities to us.

I have received flowers, fruit baskets, and various other gift baskets/care packages and for that I am too grateful.  There are extra snacks for everyone (I am fasting a lot) and the flowers just make it more homey.

I have received texts, Facebook messages and emails from people checking on me and for that I am grateful, as well.  One of my less emotional friends was moved to tears by the outpouring of love that everyone has shown for me and sent me a very long message telling me how much she loved me and that she hoped that I already knew (I did) but she needed to be sure.  That moment is so special and cherished to me.  I know saying those words were difficult for her and she did it anyway.  I mean that much to her.

I have always felt that I was a person who needed few friends but the ones I had, I would drop everything for them at any moment.  I guess that is why I needed few, I wanted to truly love all my friends deeply and I do.  If you are my friend, I consider you a gift and it looks like I do a good job of showing it because when I needed my friends, you are all here rallying behind me.  I'm fighting hard but it seems that everyone else is fighting even hard and for that I am so, so, so thankful.

Believe me, I feel your love.........

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