Recognition. Sought. Achieved. Gifted.
It’s the latter that struck me today. I have received gifts from others…especially
from Diane, who supports fully and encourages without pause or compromise.
Thought about that today—Friday, August 19, our 10th anniversary.
We’ll celebrate tomorrow in Lexington, Kentucky—Diane and her sister, Cheryl, are there—have been for ten days—to work out their grandmother’s estate.
Since there’s more to be done, including attorney-consultations, I’m flying to Kentucky tomorrow. Hopefully next week we’ll get the legal decisions made. But also, since I’ve
never been to Lexington, it will be time for discoveries of the area. That’s good news.
In addition—on the topic of recognition—it came today very unexpectedly. I was at the post office. The line was long, the temperature outside 105. Tempers were not
inexhaustible. The line’s pace would not beat glacial flow.
Finished my posting with Henry, one of the postal workers.
As I departed, a wonderful postal worker, Mark, waved across the counter, “Hi, Mark. Say, I went on line—love your web page. Your novel looks fascinating. And, tell me, how’s
the wife?”
How special. It was well beyond “hello, how are you?”
Mark took the time to greet, then acknowledge the new day of having a novel published…and wanting to know how Diane is.
I was touched.
Sat in the car—didn’t notice the heat and offered a prayer of thanksgiving…for recognition…for Diane…and for Mark at the post office.
One of those lovely moments never to be forgotten.
