Not complaining all day is easy; It is the nighttime that really gets you.
I think at the end of the day you just want to release it all.
Some people let their frustrations out with physical activities.
I like to do it with writing...
and sometimes I like to do it with complaining.
OK, not that I like to, but sometimes I just need someone to empathize with what I go through at work or the frustrations I face trying to put my book together.
Sometimes, I am not the most positive person....sometimes I really stink at sticking to commitments--like not complaining.
Not to make excuses, because excuses don't fix anything, but for all that I have been through, I think I have done pretty well in the "no complaints" department.
Anyways--
Today a friend surprised me with a beautiful act of kindness she did in memory of my sweet Elijah:
Acts of kindness that happen because of Elijah are like little miracles for me.
I promised Elijah we would change the world together, and when other people help, it brings me one step closer to that promise.
I can't even put into words how much that means to me.
It is just beautiful...and I am so very thankful to each of you who have helped spread his love.
(Thank you again Sam--I love this and it actually kind of ended up inspiring me for my act of kindness for Elijah today.)
I had to run to Walgreen's to get the kids some ketchup for their corndogs, and as I was walking in I saw this guy sleeping on the sidewalk.
Now, I don't normally take photos of people who are down on their luck, unless I have already helped them and I ask their permission, but I knew that I had to help this guy and I didn't know if I wanted to wake him up just yet, so I just snapped a quick shot.... and I love how the sun just happen to make such a gorgeous appearance.
I went in the store and I grabbed a few items that I thought would make a decent little dinner (and the kids ketchup--never make corndogs without ketchup for my boys...lol).
Then I gently walked up to the guy and said, "hi, excuse me, sir?"
He kind of lifted his head in a daze and then I said, "I don't know if you are hungry or not, but I got you something to eat."
He didn't give much of a response, and I didn't want to bother him too much so I just left the food with him and walked back to my car.
But as I drove off, I saw him sit up and start to look into the bag--and hopefully he was able to eat the food I gave him.
I am fortunate enough to have found ways to feed myself and my family even in our toughest moments....but sadly there are people who aren't so lucky and they can go quite sometime without a decent meal, or even a comforting snack.
With all the access that America has to food, it is a very sad and puzzling thought to know there are people going without.
If you ever get the chance to feed the hungry--please do it.
#loveelijah
Well, tomorrow I will be driving out to check my Love, Elijah post office box and I will be adding a few more things to the webpage, and pressing forward. I haven't given up. I will find a way to get people to send in more letters and let the healing begin!
As for tonight...it is time to go to bed. I am exhausted.
Goodnight.
Be Kind.
Elijah's mom,
Kelly Airhart
Hi my little sunflower!
Hi sweet boy.
Your dad and I were talking earlier,
and we decided that somehow I was going to work your name into one of my books or stories.
I will make it so millions of people read your name one way or another.
I love you so much and miss you more and more each day.
Shine down on me my boogie
<3
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