I missed writing yesterday. It went by in a total blur because I was doing something that was unexpected but that I love, which was organizing to solve a problem. Our town is welcoming in new families who have arrived through what is currently labeled the migrant issue. In our town there is a positive energy among those of us who are working on this, as we all feel the call to serve in this time of need. Yesterday I got to meet parents and their children. Friends and colleagues all worked together to do some assessment of needs, procurement of supplies, and laundry. When I came home, you told me that you would really like to meet the new families, and I know that you sincerely mean it.
Today was more of the same, and I had that feeling I get, which I only get, by helping others. It is the feeling that my life means something. I love being in service to others, almost as much as I love being you and your sibling’s mom. I have many wishes for you, (ha ha, that seems to be a common theme of this journal,) I wish that you will always be healthy, I wish that you always have as supportive a friend group as you have now, I wish that when you select a partner that you always bring out the best in one another, I wish that you should you want a family that you have one and that they are all healthy and happy. But today I am adding to that list, and that wish is that you always get to do work that fulfills you.
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