Sometimes I blog just to instruct my own dang self. Today is one of those days. Post first published September 2011.
He looked up in the discreet way people do, noticing those around him without making an effort to be noticed. Newspaper spread out on the table in front of him, I assume he was one of the many who gather at the public library for a variety of reasons unrelated to literacy: protection from weather, a comfortable place to sit, a place to be with people.
He looked up right as I looked at him and our eyes caught. I smiled. Always. Of course. And his face broke into a smile. "That smile!" he said in a voice way too loud for library propriety. "That smile. That is the prettiest thing I've seen all day!" And he went back to reading and I went back to herding children and the day traipsed by for both of us.
I don't write this to tell you I have a pretty smile.
I write this to say we are vessels of grace, you know.