There is a fun group game that we call visual telephone. I’m not sure if that’s the official name, but it’s ha-larious. The game involves writing a noun, players interpreting that noun, and then drawing the interpretation of that noun. So if the first noun is Rob it ends up being something crazy like ninja billy goat.  It’s a lot of fun.

One of the last times I played the noun I was given was, “we are blessed.” Two observations…1. I’m not great at grammar but I’m pretty sure that’s not a noun. 2. How in the wide world of sports do you draw we are blessed? It ended up being pirate booty. Like I said it’s a lot of fun.

Now I may not have a fat clue how to draw “we are blessed,” but I do feel blessed. This week Monica and I have been blessed by so many people.  We have had tons of food provided, a year subscription to Netflix given to us, and we were given multiple gift cards. People have been going above and beyond to show us love. Monica is on bed rest and it has equaled the best food I’ve eaten, lots of company, and loads of encouraging words.

The love people have showered on us has overwhelmed me. It’s helped lift my spirits. Last week I posted about dealing with some depression. Having all this loved poured on us has led me to feel like my old self again.  Just knowing that people are praying for us and for our babies means the world to me. I am blessed.