This afternoon Chad and I were sitting in the den talking through an incredibly stressful situation bearing down on us right now. We were talking quietly but I'm sure Charlie noticed the intensity of the conversation.
I could see him out of the corner of my eye, standing next to me. He whispered "Mom?...Mom?" until I turned and said "Yes, Charlie..."
Again he spoke quietly, "I brought something just for you..."
It was his blue plastic cup he normally drinks from and inside was a brown liquid. I didn't have tea in the fridge or any pop so I couldn't think of what it was.
"Oh, thank you. What is it?" I asked.
"Coffee!" he said proudly.
And wouldn't you know...it was coffee. I had made it earlier in the day and left a little bit in the pot. It had been a few hours.
"I poured it myself. I thought you would really need it." And he stood there with concern waiting for me to drink the cold, filmy liquid.
I glanced at Chad and he gave me a humored yet sympathetic look that said, "you'd better drink it." So I did.
I gave Charlie a great big hug and thanked him "very much". And even though that coffee was cold and awful tasting my heart was warm.
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6 comments:
That is precious! What a sweet gesture of service.
How sweet!
that was so thoughtful...you might just have a servant-future-husband on your hands, and all of our daughters certainly could use on of those!! And I'm not joking. I'm being serious!
What a SWEET story!
I finally fulfilled my promise on the "tag"! Sorry it took me so long!
By the way, where are you? Is everthing okay?
Missin' your posts!
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