Today I walked around to deliver the containers that held the food and treats my neighbors sent while we were recovering from COVID. Beforehand, I sat at the kitchen table and wrote out thank-you notes to the friends who showed such care for us. I wrote sixteen letters. Sixteen! That’s a lot of families who decided to bless us. The thought of it filled my heart with so much love and joy.
Sometimes I don’t like living in a small, semi-rural town. I think about the lives of people living in glamorous places in big cities. I think about all the fun activities and all the cultural events. What is life like, for example, on the Upper East Side in New York? How do people live in Paris? But today, I didn’t want to live anywhere else. I wanted to live on my little street, in my little neighborhood, where everyone takes care of each other.