When our daughter was born, we were told she had a very rare neurological condition and she likely wouldn’t survive more than a few hours. When she came home with us 3 days later, we were ecstatic! The first few months were a blur of having a newborn and an endless schedule of appointments with various specialists. We could hardly keep our heads above water! A co-worker coordinated meals to help our family. It was amazing. We were able to focus on our daughter, but still have home cooked meals without having to worry about prep, meal planning or shopping.

My husband broke his neck and our family togetherness was instantly limited. He has lived the past 5 months in a halo brace, sweetly named his “bars” by the kids. Dinnertime became our solace, our togetherness, our peace. It was only during dinner that we could sit together and just be a little family of 4. Our gracious friends gifted us Dream Dinners. What a blessing. My 4 year old helps and we chat while I prep the meal. Life sure doesn’t feel normal these days, but dinner does. It’s the one piece of consistency we have, giggles, playful yelling, teasing, tipping chairs and all. I’ll take it.