My parents have lifted me out of countless pits in the past. They cannot rescue me from infertility and miscarriage and I know this eats them up. They don’t like to see their children suffer and they also mourn for their grandchildren who will never be. Though they can’t fix this problem for us, they are great at showing their love and concern in practical ways. Last night they dropped off a care package – something to brighten our day and help us escape for a little while.
All the fixings for a movie night, including jammies for both of us.
Things like this get us through a yucky evening – less because of the content and more because of the comforting knowledge that they took the time to do something nice in our time of need. It helps more than they could ever know.