At 5:20 today, I stood at my fridge crying.
I'm completely embarrassed to admit this.
I come from a long line of strong women who pick up the pieces for everyone and never complain about doing something as simple as fixing dinner.
We are on day two of some rougher days and the thought of preparing dinner made me want to throw up...or cry, which I did.
I called Javi to find out when he'd be home and he said
"Zupas just called and someone - who wants to remain anonymous - has bought us dinner.
It'll be ready at 5:30."
So then I cried even harder.
How did these angels know?
It's like they could envision me crying at my refrigerator.
People are so so so good.
I mean, so good.
Had these angels called and asked if they could bring in dinner, we would have refused, as we have with everyone who has called and offered.
We are so grateful for everyone who has offered but preparing dinner is something that I CAN do and as such, that I SHOULD do
but today was a tough one and I am forever grateful for these people that probably have no idea how much this meant to me.
Isn't this a wonderful way to serve someone?
Javi and I have been discussing who we can do this for.
This kind of goodness needs to be passed on.
I hope that my own personal Zupas angels are reading this and that you know how much I love you.
A million times, thank you.