Yesterday, leaving breakfast, there was a back-up to get out of the parking lot and onto Gilman Blvd. To my right we're 7 or 8 kids, standing outside of a Baskin-Robins. They were amped, and not just because of the sugar.
When we were kids, riding in the back seat of our parent's car, passing a semi, we would make the motion of pulling a cord to try and get the driver to honk. It rarely worked, but when it did it was this little spark of joy. The kids on Sunday were doing the same motion. What could I do but honk.
Instant elation, dancing in victory. Two moms were sitting on a bench twenty feet away, smiling. The line of cars still wasn't moving, and the kids kept giving me the thumbs up for participating. Then one shouted that I was the twentieth car to honk.
Pure unadulterated joy, and it kept this adult smiling for the rest of the morning.
1 comment:
So awesome!!!!!
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