As I waited impatiently for my coffee, I heard "How's your day going, Ma'am?". I snapped out of my daze and just laughed. It was all I could do.
I know when someone asks that question they expect, and usually WANT to hear something as deep as "Good, you?". But I just couldn't say it. And as much as I hate to be Debbie Downer, when I got done chuckling, I answered his question.
"I've had better days", I said. "I just got so aggravated with work that I had to get up and walk away. So I'm here. I have to go back, but it's nice to be out of there for a few minutes"
As he handed me my coffee, this young man said to me "Well for what it's worth, if nobody has told you today that they love you, I LOVE YOU. From one human being to another. I love you"
I said "Thank you. I love you too". And I smiled. Given how my day was going up until that moment, just the smile was miracle enough.
I've thought about that encounter several times in the past couple of days. Not only the sweetness of that young man, but also the fact that I DO have someone who says "I love you" to me every single day.
Each morning I open the basement door and yell down the steps to make sure The Boy is awake.
"I'm leaving. You up?"
"Ok...I love you too"
Every. Single. Day.
It won't be long until the only reason I'll have to open the basement door is to grab the extra bag of dog food, visit the dreadmill or peek down there with one wary eye to make sure the sump pump is keeping up with the rain. If I want to hear his voice I'll have to pick up the phone, and I know it won't be appreciated if I do it every single morning. So for today, I'm counting my blessings. I am very lucky. And I am....