I had an entire post written out about my day.
It was a hard day.
A tiring day.
A day where I just want a glass of wine, a warm blanket, and peace. Even for only 10 minutes and I would be happy.
However, while writing that post, I started writing a sentence and it hit me.
Write about that, is what my heart told me to do.....
Today Isabella had to get a flu shot, bloodwork drawn, and her one year checkup.
As we were waiting for her flu shot and she was all sticky, slobbery from the sucker they gave her at the Lab, she fell.
She was sobbing uncontrollably.
She was crying so hard it hurt me to hear.
I held her and rocked her until she calmed down.
She was looking around and peeking at all of the elderly people around us.
They would talk to her, she would give a shy smile and turn around to act like she wasn't actually peeking at them.
It was around this time that she noticed him.
An older man.
Right next to us.
He had a beautiful watch on--that's what caught her eye to him (I think).
She reached out with one little finger to touch the metal.
I apologized to him and moved her hand away.
We were sitting for awhile longer and I would look down to her.
She was peeking at him every few moments. I turned my eyes casually to see if he noticed.
I caught him giving her a grandfatherly wink.
She grinned up at him with her toothy smile, dried tears on her cheeks.
He gave her a smile back.
He then reached out his arm with the watch her way.
She touched it sweetly, grinned at him and he grinned back.
It was there at that moment that I felt compassion for this man.
He was a veteran, retired from the US military and had a kinder heart than most people that I have encountered whom I did not know on some sort of personal level.
He made her day by reaching out to her.
And in a way he reached out to me, too.
I don't think I will ever forget his face, his wink, that watch.
And I want to thank him.
Thank you for serving our country.
Thank you for having a kind heart.
And thank you for reaching out to us.
You have truly touched me.