And no, not just because I saved 44% off my grocery bill (I am a very awesome shopper) but because of that darned little 'love letter' I had tucked in my shopping list waiting for the right moment to get planted. (It ended up in the cold and flu aisle, because I thought someone shopping for cold medicine could probably use a pick-me-up.)
In four days I have gone from feelings of trepidation that my letter could end up in the wrong hands to suddenly wishing I had more than just one letter to hand out.
Well, what I can tell you today was that it was as though my eyes were opened in a way that they weren't before. As I was going down each aisle, every person I saw was a potential recipient of a random love letter, someone in potential need of some support and acknowledgment.
Suddenly I'm noticing everyone...that old man who has a bit of a limp. That older lady stocking greeting cards who looked like she would have loved to have retired five years ago and probably her feet are killing her after a shift is over. The teenaged kid with the harsh looking mom who had sarcasm in her voice every time she spoke to him. The young mom in sweatpants with 3 gallons of milk in her cart picking up a prescription. The old guy at the free snack table that everyone seemed to pass right by. I passed him by, too, because he was hawking cookies and I always feel guilty about not buying whatever these free food sample folks are selling. I don't want to feel the obligation and I already have a fair quota of cookies in my house. I may just have to change my ways on that. I could have chatted with the guy and bought his cookies and taken them to Waterline. Heck, I saved so much money on my grocery bill I could have spared the $3. He was there for a reason and there are so many better things to do on a Saturday than stand in a grocery store being ignored that his reason had to be a compelling one.
So, I have no idea who will find that card next to the DayQuil or what they will think of it, but just carrying that card through the store changed me in ways I didn't expect. Ways that make me wonder what the next outing will bring.
In other news, the folks that bought Dad's house had a great idea. They actually have a metal mesh trash can that they turn upside down for bird hospitals when they have overnight avian guests recovering from window pane encounters. I was actually wondering if I should have a birdcage handy after my cardinal adventure but thought that was a little more of an expense than I wanted to make for what will be a rare event. A mesh trash bin is a brilliant alternative. People can be so clever.