With all the Crap that's been going on in my family lately, I've noticed one thing.
Love.
A lot of small actions that show love.
Even when we don't agree, if we haven't spoken for a while, when the crap hits the fan everyone shows up.
No judgement, no recriminations, just showing up.
Showing up is an act of love.
As I look around me and count all the people who show up for me when I need them, I realise how lucky I am that I'm surrounded by a lot of love.
