The One In Which I Say Thank You.

Let us have a moment of silence for my laptop, shall we?

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It has gone to the great beyond and blogging is not the same on the phone. My apologies.

Anyway.  Wowzers, people. I don't know where to start and no one has ever, ever accused me of being eloquent. So here it is.

Saturday evening my sister Vicki beckoned me outside where she popped open the trunk of her car. Inside was a huge box of well wishes, gift cards, rolls of quarters, get well cards, gas cards, and Starbucks cards. I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

Thank you so much to all of you who joined Vicki's super sneaky Facebook event to help prepare us for Max's surgery. You guys thought of things I hadn't thought of myself. (Or things I had thought of, but thought I'd have to do without for a week. For example: COFFEE?!) To know that we do not have to worry about the details now and can focus on Max is the greatest gift you could give to us. Seeing all the Curious Georges and Daniel Tigers in that box was so heartwarming. There are just no words adequate enough to tell you guys how loved you've made us feel. Hell, I don't even know some of you people and you've been so amazingly generous to our family.

I want to be you guys when I grow up. I want to do these things for people. I want to be the sort of person you are. Warm and generous and kind. We will pay everything you have done for us forward. We will use this to propel good into our world.

Thank you.