For you and your generosity, that is. You see, we kept a running tab of all the things people did for us after Luke was born and the list grew and grew and grew. My naive mind thought, “Oh, I can write all those while I sit in the hospital.” Ha. Ha. Ha. I think I wrote five (so if you got one back in early October consider yourself lucky!)
I had several folks tell me not to bother, they knew we had our hands full. We do. But writing them was therapeutic and beautiful. It allowed me to focus on just one person and family at a time, reflecting on the specific way they helped us during a time of need and offering our sincere gratitude.
My mom taught me long ago of the importance of a thank you note. I’m one of those weird people that loves writing them. To me, there’s something special about a tangible way to offer our thanks. Don’t we all love to get one in the mailbox? I know I totally dig it and it makes me smile everytime.
Many moons ago I wrote about the ministry of the unexpected note. We often take time to shoot off an email or post a comment on facebook, but the written note is a dying breed. One of my new year’s resolutions is to do these more often. People in your life need to know they’re loved and appreciated.
So – and I mean this wholeheartedly – if you don’t get your thank you note in the next week, let me know. Because everyone who helped deserves one.
Before I sign off for the evening, I have to share what Will wrote in his thank you note to his Godfather for his Christmas present:
Love the honesty.