I have had a latte, a sippy cup, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, cinnamon bread, a potty seat, a farm set, diapers, and a meal dropped off at my doorstep over the course of three days.

People, there is nothing greater in this world than a Doorstep Present.

Or maybe I just think so because gifts are the way I feel loved. Whatever it is, I am grateful for these tangible signs of kindness, care and provision from my friends. I feel incredibly loved. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

The five of us are keeping afloat due to the massive prayers being sent heavenward on our behalf. I swear a few of you quit praying as much Saturday night—the banner was let down, so to speak—because the 3 year old woke up at 12:30am and then the 1 year old at 3:30am and Liv never went back to sleep after 4am. Sleeplessness is no joke. So keep praying. I know God’s grace is sustaining us. That, and of course Doorstep Presents. You can keep bringing those, too. They don’t count less if I’ve mentioned how much I love them, I promise.

We have our work cut out for us in finding a new normal. “Normal” in foster care isn’t really a standard, however. So the goal is more to stay on top of duties and responsibilities while still loving each other with gentle and generous spirits. Again, please pray for us. We need it.