You are the best thing
…ever happend to me.
After another Saturday morning spent crafting at our local library, we made our way down to the farmers market so we could
let Lily wear her energetic little butt out stock up on produce. It was a Florida-perfect fall day (read: still 85 degrees with minimal humidity), and there were people (and pets!) everywhere. Dmitri’s much better at managing Lily in a crowd than I am these days–she is going through a Daddy phase, and I’m trying not to take it personally– so he helped her navigate through the slightly chaotic stalls (while holding a bag full of beautiful and ripe tomatoes, which she refused to let me carry– the horror! :)).
After watching the two of them for a few minutes, this guy– 40-ish and a father too, I’d guess–said, simply: Wow. Now that’s a really great dad.
My initial response, of course, came quickly and without much thought: he’s the best. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that, in just a few seconds, this man who’d never met my husband had been able to recognize what I so often take for granted.
Chances are that I won’t have the opportunity to really tell this guy, in person, how much I appreciate the fact that he cared enough to compliment my husband, so I’ll offer this instead: a genuine thank you, for the many-eth time, to all of the kind and generous strangers who keep showing up and reminding me to pay attention to what’s most important. Lesson learned.
And thanks to you, my love, for being such a brilliant baby-raiser.
You– and our little girls–really are the best thing.