For the welcoming of new souls.
For doting and ooing and cooing at those newest additions.
For joyous exaltations that magnify as good news travels through the auntie brigade.
For lending an anchor when the water is choppy.
For finding tissues when the tears turn snotty. For truly listening, offering support without shame.
For the blessed distraction provided for one another and for our children.
For wide berths given, and tight hugs offered.
For the late night laughter. For cussing like sailors.
For the check-ins. For the food trees. For the candles lit.
For the hospital visits, for the memorials, for the shared grief. For the shared love.
For the beautiful tapestry of women that I am so grateful to call my tribe....