“They may forget what you said but they will remember how you made them feel.”
Yesterday, I was leaving breakfast with my sister and I overheard an exchange between a grandpa and his grandson that melted my heart. An old, slow moving, dapper, walker-shuffling grandpa thanked his grandson for breakfast and then went on to say that he had enjoyed the meal but enjoyed the company more. Punch, kick, pow. My heart nearly burst. Upon hearing that exchange I couldn’t help but think of how much joy that young man had just given his lil’ ole grandpa. It was a heartwarming and beautiful moment and along with the waterworks that came promptly following, because that is what I do, I cry, over everything, it made me think.
I reflected on the past and when I used to drive to my grandma’s house to check on her and bring her dinner. I remember the sheer joy in her voice when I would arrive. She would always tell me how tall I was getting. I would always tell her how much she had shrunk since the last time we visited. Making her laugh was my singular goal. That mission was always accomplished. When I left her I was always a little bit fuller because I knew that the visit I had paid her was worth its weight in gold. She has since passed and I think about her often. However, I know that those moments we shared meant the world to her.
Yesterday’s moment reminded me of the importance of time and the great gift it can be to someone if we choose to give it. Doesn’t cost a thing and you may both walk away with something you can treasure forever. It is truly the little things in life that matter.
Love it. Live it. Share it.