If you’ve been following along all month, you know that my family moved out of our home a few days ago. And if you’ve really been paying attention, you know that we are not yet in our new home. We have been staying with friends. And this is where I have learned the true meaning of “give.”
Our friends have opened their home to us, and have asked for nothing in return. They have three children of their own, two full time jobs, one au pair, and possibly a partridge in a pear tree, though I haven’t actually seen it yet. Since our own family composition is similar (though no au pair), I know how crazy our day-to-day existence can be. But these friends have taken it upon themselves to open their home to us, and have gone above and beyond to make sure we are comfortable and fed. This is the definition of giving, and we are infinitely thankful for these gifts – that of a roof over our heads and a place to sleep every night, but more so the unconditional friendship, which is so much greater than any tangible gift one could give. Having no actual relatives nearby, it’s comforting to know that your “family” is available to give when you really, really need it – and that you would not hesitate to give to them in return.