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Pride and her ugly step-sister Stubborn

I finally broke down and accepted meals from the awesome people at church. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want help. I wanted to be strong enough to get through this. I wanted to be Super Mom.

My sister got here yesterday, she flew all the way from California and took a week off work to come help. Eric and I both are sick, really sick (but getting better) and she got here just in time. She swooped in and took charge of two whiney (also sick) kids. She cleaned my kitchen and went to the store for some essentials we were lacking. She let Eric and I go to bed. At 8pm. She put my kids to bed. She got up and went to church with Eric and Carly (Josh and I stayed home) and now she's doing homework with Josh in the kitchen. My sister rocks. As llegue said, on facebook, everyone needs a Cha-Cha.

It is not as hard to accept service from my sister. There is the whole pushing-you-out-of-the-way factor (she can be pretty tough under that angellic facade), but also she has been serving me my whole life, it just feels natural.

Right now there is a hot meal sitting on my stove that we didn't have to make. Rice and corn and pork and even applesauce. Oh and muffins for the morning. (Cute Pam, she rocks too.) Bending my pride to accept the kindness, to admit that I need help, that was a little harder.

I wish I could express my gratitude for the kindess and love that is pouring out in our general direction. But I can't. All I can say is Thank You.

Thank You.


If I were there you'd have even more.

Sure love you -
Heather said…
Like I said, sisters are the best. Biological or not.

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