It takes a village…

It took a village of people for me to be able to walk down to my special spot to see the sunrise this morning. That village includes my wonderful husband, multiple health care providers for not only my many health problems but my mothers as well, a boat load of support from family, friends, coworkers and my employer and of course three very sweet kitties.

It has been a wild ride that isn’t over yet. I came home from my mom’s late this week and after a week of not enough rest I crashed Friday afternoon into a state of exhaustion. My own recovery slid backwards. As the weekend progresses so am I, slowly on the mend once again.

With all the tragedy and difficulties in the world right now, it can be hard to have faith in humanity. There are plenty of people who are very troubled and doing horrendous things to other people around the globe.

My very own village has renewed my faith in human kind.

I don’t have to look far to see all the good in all the people who have been there supporting me especially over the last two months. I would not be writing this if it weren’t for each one of them.

To each one of you who’ve been there for me I am very grateful and so very fortunate to have you in my life! I thank you from the bottom of my heart and then some!

Who are you grateful to have in your life and village of supporters?