As I've recovered from surgery, we've had dinners brought in, desserts dropped off, clothes laundered, offers to tend our children, flowers and fruit delivered, and our sidewalk plowed.
Given that many of these kindnesses were rendered by women I don't know well yet, I suppose I should have been surprised.
But I wasn't.
No matter where I've lived, I can count on the women in the Relief Society. So much so, I'm quite certain that I take them for granted. I'm realizing, however, that if the nearly invisible threads of this safety net were ever to wear thin, there would be a gaping, quite possibly, irreparable hole in my heart.
Grateful.
Do you have a support network that is so ever present that you can't imagine life without it?