Today, a neighbor friend stopped by for a while with her daughter. Then, just as she had to leave, her husband popped in for a while also. Rather than rushing off when his wife had to leave, this nice man stuck around with his daughter and their older son, allowing my children a chance to play with them a little longer.
This in itself was a treat. But what struck me more than that was the complete sweetness with which my neighbor's husband stepped in to fill the gap in our family these past few days. He immediately dropped down to two-year-old eye level and spoke directly to my daughter. She (who had been in a bit of a sour mood) warmed right up to him, and soon had him examining all her various owies ("Oh, there's one on your knee? Would you like me to kiss it?"). Moments later, he was reading her favorite book, and they sat cozied up on the couch while I began to fix dinner.
The favorite book turned into another, and another ... and if I hadn't been so rushed preparing lunch, my eyes probably would have misted over. How kind - to take a few moments to stand by a family with a little extra need, and to do it with such obvious enjoyment. It may seem like a little thing to this kind man, but for my two-year-old, and for I - who got to enjoy the sweetness of her improved mood the rest of the morning - the treat was purely priceless.
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