Much needed.

We live in an old house, lots of bugs, lots of dust bunnies, old cabinets that never look clean, the 'lowest bidder' tile from 1945, garage sale furniture, horrible landscaping and mismatched everything.
What we do have that makes up for all of this is two sets of neighbors who will show up at my door 10 sec. after a panicky phone call from an emotional mom. Lydia slipped on the bathroom floor and went face first into our 1945 tile. I had two naked, wet, screaming babies (they are sympathy criers when it comes to each other) and one very bloody nosed baby. Alone, emotional from a long day with no naps due to the construction next door and blood...bad combo, but wonderful neighbors. Lorena and Christy to the rescue! Everyone is in bed, no one is bloody and I barely shed a tear.
I don't know who it is that sings this new song on the radio but I know what she means, so deeply, when she says...
"this is what it means to be loved, this is what it means to be held"

Ok, I didn't get the words right but it's an amazing song and I am there with her tonight!