Matthew is an arborist by trade.
He warned me once about the fate of some neighborhood trees. He spoke of how they would fall.
A new house in our community had been built; tall pines cut down to make room for it.
Where there had once been a rich forest only a few remained.
Matthew told me of how the trees that had grown accustomed to the shelter provided by others would now be left vulnerable.
No sooner had the first major storm passed than one of the remaining pines found itself on the brand new roof.
I think of Matthew’s words often.
The analogy fitting.
As we stand two years into building our family, I am reminded of how we predicted the rains and the winds, but underestimated the forest that surrounded us.
They can’t stop the storm, but they bear the brunt of it’s beating.
During a week when the forecast is particularly brutal, I find myself filled with gratitude for the gifts of those who stand beside us. May we one day be their forest.