Taken Care of and So Very Loved

I can't imagine being a parent and seeing your child struggle with an illness and then try to be too independent to accept help when trying to get back on their feet.  I am a quiet person, I don't really let anyone help, and I still have this thought in my head that I can do it on my own.  Why is it so hard for me to accept help?  Is it pride, wanting to be independent, or simply not wanting others to have to go out of their way for me?  I think it may be a bit of all three, but mostly the last.

Anyhow, my parents have just truly been a blessing to us.  They stop by just to bring us dinner and give us some company.  They spoil the girls rotten and make sure they have Cinnamon Toast Crunch, chocolate milk, a massive box of Fruit Roll Ups, Cheetos for Bella and Hot Cheetos for Symph.  They don't really bother to ask what we need anymore, because my answer is always "we have all that we need", but come in with thoughtful little things to brighten a day and let us know that they love us.

I am so very grateful that God has blessed me with the parents that I have, and that they are not only my parents, but two of my most precious friends.