Our culture is the most connected generation of all times with so many avenues of social media and technology. Yet tend to live such independent lives from people living in our own neighborhood.
When I started staying home full time after Emmett was born, I hardly knew any young moms in our small town. It was a lonely prospect to say the least. Several weeks ago, I decided that something needed to change.
I organized an event on Facebook.
I invited to few women I did know as acquaintances.
I told them to invite their friends.
Then I planned a simple fall party at our local state park.
Nothing more than warm cinnamon rolls, a few lace banners and a simple craft from leaves, but my heart was overwhelmed with the beautiful community I have at my fingertips. Sweet mamas and their babies. Stories of real life. A little girl who has overcome cancer. A miracle story of a baby boy. Stories of birth and jobs. Old friends. New friends.
It's in these moments of real, non-social-media life, that my faith in the beautiful of community is revived. I am already so excited for the special Christmas get-together I am planning in the coming weeks. My heart is so blessed.
^^ My go-to girl who pulled all my hairied loose ends together after Emmett messed through his clothes just minutes before the guests were suppose to arrive. Babies are just tricky like that. ^^
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Happy Tuesday, friends!