A Brief Interaction

We were talking and saying good bye.

In the midst of saying goodbye he asked that I do something for him, so I left to run a short errand for him.  When I returned, we finished our goodbyes.   I was across the room and doing a little hand wave as I was leaving.

He stuck his hand out to me.   In a handshake gesture.  I knew what was going to happen.  He wasn’t the first to try and wrangle a hug out of my not comfortable with hugging people I barely know existence.

But I went.  I grabbed his hand.  It was surprisingly soft and warm.  He pulled me in to hug and I hugged him.  Actually, I just kind of let him hug me.  Though it was difficult with him in his chair and me standing above him.

I stepped back and he asked me if I had a husband.  I smiled and said yes.  He immediately apologized and said he didn’t ask for inappropriate reasons.  I smiled again, and said I knew that.   He wanted to know if my husband was good to me.  I told him yes.  He asked if I was sure.  I told him I was sure.  He is a good man, and very kind, and a better person than I am.  He nodded his head approvingly as I spoke to him.

He grabbed my hand and said “no one’s better than you are”.

I didn’t argue with him.  Because though I know there are many people better than I am, at that moment, I was one of the best to him.

I told him he made me very happy.   And he gave me a high five.   Actually, about a high one hundred and fifteen.  Because he didn’t want to stop giving me high fives.

It was a brief interaction.   A pleasant one.  A happy one.  A positive one.  That left us both smiling as I walked out the door.

And that was it.

And, worth a moment of reflection.

Our lives are built on these moments.