Warm Fuzzies

 

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2010

Warm Fuzzies

Last year when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, it didn't take long for the word to spread. We were inundated with cards, letters, flowers, and gifts from neighbors, family, and friends. I tried so hard to keep up with thank you cards but realized before too long that there was no way I would be able to thank everyone. It's been almost a year since my mastectomy; it was the week before General Conference, which is always the 1st weekend in October. The surgeon came into my room 2 days after my surgery and told me that the VILLAIN had spread and that I would need another surgery; I remember looking at Eric with tears in both of our eyes. I asked if it would be ok if I went home for the weekend and came back, and she agreed that it would be good for me to go home for a few days. That weekend I watched every session of the Conference from my bed in my bedroom. One of the talks that touched me and also was an answer to prayers was a talk given by Thomas S. Monson. He showed a picture of a jar much like the one I have here on my blog; he explained about a Primary President who had sent this to him; the jar was filled with warm fuzzies. The primary children collected the warm fuzzies in her ward every week. When they came to primary, if they had done a service for someone, they were allowed to put a warm fuzzy in the jar. After one year, the jar was full. I loved that idea so much that I decided to start putting a warm fuzzy in my own jar every time someone did a service for our family. I didn't tell anyone about it; I just did it. It is a year later, and my jar is full in more ways than one. We have been blessed with friends, neighbors, and family members who have served us. I say, "Thank You" I keep this jar on my dresser in my bedroom where I can see it every day and never forget it. We have some really good doorbell ditchers in our neighborhood; so often, we would open the door to see a jar of salsa and chips or some type of treat, but no one to claim the service... I could see children running down the street, hoping not to get caught... parents are teaching their children to serve others without recognition; I love it.
This jar of warm fuzzies represents all of the people who have given un-selfishly this past year as they have served our family; our family loves you and will never forget; we feel your love.