Measuring my gratitude is like trying to measure the snowfall. I keep thinking it is going to come to an end, but then I look out the window and it just keeps coming. The snow keeps falling and the good deeds keep coming.
Admittedly, I have left the shovels and the ice melt out in a sad attempt that someone will help shoulder the work.
The path at times has narrowed. The work one did was quickly covered by Mother Nature. Each time the snow has fallen, someone has come along and cleared the path again, and again, and again.
Thank you to everyone who has pitched in.
The magic of living in our wonderful community is actually from within. It is the residents that come before school and shovel. It is the Mrs. Q’s husband for clearing the way for the kids. It is moms and dads that stop by with their kids. It is our staff that work so hard. It is my parents who never stop working. Thank you everyone for participating in the magic of our library during the storm.