on family & friends

People say these days that your real family are the people you choose, not the ones you were born to.

But what if the people you choose and the ones you were born into are the same ones? Of course, there are always those friends you make who become like family - but why should they necessarily trump your own blood?

As Little Man arrived and the Hubby and I experienced a whole new spectrum of emotion, exhilaration and exhaustion - we've been incredibly blessed to have our family members nearby. My mom and dad spent nearly all day every day with us at the hospital, helping and supporting and sharing wisdom from their own experience. I don't know that you've ever seen two prouder grandparents. Dad even made a special trip to the Tractor Supply Store, JUST to find newborn-size John Deere baby socks, bright green and all!

Granddaddy & Grandmommy

And while the Hubby's family wasn't able to be there at the birth, they did come and visit after we got home. Auntie M was too tickled to stand still, and Buni (gramma) brought a beautiful handmade quilt in soft fuzzy flannel that she made for Little Man.

The Hubby & Auntie M

Both in the hospital and after we came home, friends and church members made an effort to bring food, as well. So many new mommies bring home their new babies and have to go it alone. I don't know how they do it, without the help of loved ones. And I'm so thankful for everyone's support, kindness, and love.

Y'all are AMAZING!

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