this morning, i woke up to this precious face.
how could it not be a good morning when you look at that mug?
& then, i went downstairs to start our [weekend] morning routine.
it usually consists of the following:
- start the pot of coffee
- turn on the morning news
- feed bentley
- check gmail
- take bentley out to get the paper.
this morning, it was different.
items 1-4 went on as usual,
but this morning, it was a chilly forty-some degrees & when bentley was ready to go out to get the paper, i went to grab my jacket & something caught my eye…
the neighbor boys were running down the sidewalk after hand-delivering the Sunday morning news to my front porch.
i opened the door,
grabbed the paper,
& waved at their parents & thanked the young boys.
it only took that one moment to remind me that genuine kindness still exists in this world.
i wasn’t even doubting it,
but this morning, it was unexpected & that’s usually the best kind.
so as Bentley & i go out about the day,
i am grateful for the kindness from our precious neighbor boys,
& also, perhaps more importantly, to their parents who have instilled such a great attribute at such an impressionable age.