i love to people-watch. and i love bookstores. so when i was away in the big city at the training i just posted about, i spent a large part of one evening at a huge bookstore.
i love the smell of paper. one of my high school friends had a garage loaded with paper products--her dad sold paper bags to grocery stores, etc. i always wanted to hang out in her garage because it smelled so...papery...a digression. sorry.
so i am at the bookstore sniffing lots of books.
go upstairs to the kid's section and am nasally lovin the kids books. i turn the corner and see a man with his little one. just the two of them. no female in sight. and i hear him reading to his little boy. they are curled up on the floor in a quiet corner, totally absorbed in the story. it brought tears to my eyes to see the tenderness of that man as he quietly read to the little boy.
later on i was in the bookstore coffeeshop and i saw them again. this time the man was giving the little boy spoonfuls of the whipped creme and honey drizzle from the top of his cup of latte.
and once again, quietly and tenderly.
it was such a gift to be a witness to these acts of love. done quietly, not for show, not to impress bystanders.
by day i was learning how to react to all the nasty things that man can do in our world, but this nite i had my faith restored in the goodness that man can do for the most important beings in our world.
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