It's been a long week and an even longer day...You're exhausted. You decide that a nice, hot cup of tea is in your future.
You're on yet another errand, and see that Miss Gloria Jackson's yard sale is still going on...and she makes THE best pound cake. You couldn't stop earlier, but you make a point to this time. As you walk across the grass and approach her, she smiles and is genuinely glad to see you. She stands up and hugs you in that loving way that makes you miss your own grandmother and says, "Come on in. I believe I have some more in the house. I cut them in half."...Miss Gloria seems to be taking those stairs much easier than you are. You make a mental note to keep moving so that when you're her age, you can take the stairs easily, too.
She looks on her kitchen counter and finds the cake. You and your sister get the last, golden, neatly wrapped halves she hadn't promised to take to church tomorrow.
This may mean nothing to you, but doggone-it, it made my day. Sometimes, it seems that things are waiting just for you...just to make you smile.