The other day, two experiences made me smile:
1) While waiting in the pharmacy line for an extended period of time, my gaze wandered, landing on a little brown-skinned child. Possibly 18 months to 2 years old, donning a white top and a tiered dark pink ruffled skirt (or it may have been a dress, I couldn’t tell from where I stood), it was paired with sparkly shoes that lit up as she clumped-stomped in the way little ones do in the advent of their walking adventures. Initially traveling in front of her guardian, it appears the latter called for her because the little one turned, then waddled-teetered back to place her tiny hand into the outstretched larger one. Together, they continued their journey to the exit. And with every step she took, her shoes sparkled, her skirt swayed like a bell from side to side, and I beamed.
2) When I got home, another young child, this time a little boy, possibly of Eritrean, Ethiopian, or Somalian ancestry, possibly 4 years of age, rode by on his scooter. “Hi!” He called out, coupling it with a smile. Charmed by the bright, enthusiastic greeting, I responded in kind. Immediately, he asked, “Did you see my scooter?” Surprised, this took me a second to comprehend, but when I did, I told him it was an awesome looking scooter. Seemingly satisfied by this response, I ceased to exist as he turned and, meticulously, rolled away on said scooter. I had the impression that he may have recently acquired it, and that had me grinning. I imagined he liked it so much that he had to bring it to my attention :) I mean, it was a nice looking scooter 😁
Hope your day is visited by smiles and laughter, and you allow yourself the pleasure of their company 😊 Cheering. You. On. 💚🌱😊