When we got home, somebody had mowed my front yard. I don't know who. At first I thought it was my brother-in-law. He's been sorting out my husband's compulsively collected hoard of stuff, a task that's completely overwhelmed me. It was just logical to assume that he had mowed it, but it wasn't him. There was no note, nothing. Just a truly significant act of kindness. I haven't been able to get our cranky lawnmower to start.
After yesterday's pity party, I can just begin to realize just how much love we're receiving. It's humbling. It's amazing. It's uplifting. It makes me want to be a better, more giving person. And I am so, so grateful.