Today, a customer came into the store. I was just heading back to get some lunch and study, and I heard my name. I turned around, and an elderly woman came up to me. She had knitted me a scarf, a pink, wooley thing to keep me warm in the winter. The idea that someone who is virtually a stranger to me sat at home by herself knitting a scarf and thinking of me...well...isn't that just the very sweetest thing you've ever heard? I love that. I gave her a big hug.
It seems to go like that, doesn't it? No matter how rough life gets, it has sweetness. It has bright spots. I'm lucky. I'm so very lucky.