I am not a fan of Hillary Clinton. But I do agree with her … it takes a village. We are not meant to do this alone.

Grammy and Pa took the boys for the night last night and it was refreshing to have some time with just Rodger and I. We spent the evening talking with a dear friend, one who knows when to just listen and knows when to support us with words. It was nice to sleep in this morning and talk on the phone with another wonderful friend as Rodger fixed me breakfast. She called to see how we are all doing and always knows just the right words to say. Never pushy or in your face, just there when you need her.

After a quiet morning, the boys came home and we all went to the Kite Festival. Two friends, along with their children, went with us. They sat and watched the kites with us in silence. They took the boys to walk around and do the kid activities. They talked about Kyleigh. They were there to love and comfort our children when honestly, we couldn’t.

This evening, friends who live 40+ minutes away dropped off dinner. The boys played outside with neighbor friends who ended up sharing our meal with us. Again, people were there to talk, listen and love on us.

At least two other people offered to help us today. We had to turn them down because we already knew we had the help. They understood and didn’t take offense to being told no.

Our day was filled with people who love us and love our boys. Whether it was a phone call or their presence, they supported us and let us know that they were there for us. Some dropped everything to just sit with us, while others gave up their time to be there for the boys. It takes a village. Not just to raise children, but to make it through life. I know those that were there for us these past two days are going to be there for us for life. I don’t have to name names, they know who they are. And they know that we love and appreciate all that they do for our family.