One Pot of Porridge.

Not having seen us on the lane in awhile, our neighbours dropped us a text to check on us. We told them we'd been indoors and unwell. A few hours later, this evening, they turned up bearing a steaming pot of chicken rice porridge and a bagful of pantry essentials to tide us through.

We are very grateful and blessed by the support of so many unseen hands. Our mothers sent medicines, as well as money to order meals in so we wouldn't have to cook. Another neighbour sent get-well-soon cookies over the weekend. Our big boy has a friend whose mother would check in on us if he misses school even for a day. 

We are very blessed to have our village in this time.

I found our little man perched up here this morning. He must be feeling better!