A Few Kind Words

Wow.

What a difference

a few words can make.

~ My William

As the only child

since his sister

flew the coop

with her school

group to Italy 

last week, my

son and I have

been spending a lot 

of time together.

Like the State baseball

tournament, where

we cheered our

varsity team on to

win the consolation

prize......

And our bicycle ride with

the bigger boy ~

aka his dad and my

hubby ~ on Father's

Day....

A few meals out.
Table for three.

And errands together.

A two-some.

Like the old days,

when his sister was

in school and he was 

the little brother,

longing to be there

with her, but also

happy to be my

co-pilot as we cruised

through days that were

gone in a heartbeat.

6AM Smiles

After we dropped his sister off 

last week in the wee hours of the

morning, we celebrated

her travel adventure over

breakfast at our local

mom and pop establishment.

Our waitress was a
real grump.

Today we

took ourselves to 

another local eatery,

where we felt like

royalty, simply because

we were thanked

several times for visiting

 and also told by at least 
two employees to have

a great day.

And that brings me back

to William's quote....

He noticed.

Which is saying something

when you are 12 and a 

half and your head is

filled with baseball and

X-Box and wanting to

start your own business.

{He plays a mean
Hotel California, too!}

Last year I happened upon

a small but powerful little

 book, titled Silver Boxes.  It 

was about the importance of 

positive words; how they 

are really like wonderfully 

wrapped gifts for those who are 

lucky enough to receive them.

When William noticed the

silver boxes that had been

eagerly handed our way

at the pancake house this

morning, it got me 

thinking.

Thinking about you and

all of the wonderful silver

boxes that I receive with

each and every comment that

 you leave here for me.

Words that lift.

Words that sing.

Words that edify.

Words that humble.

Words that bless.

And I am certain that 
you are the type

of person who also gives

silver boxes ~ those few

kind words ~ to others that

you encounter every day.

{And probably don't even

realize it!}

Thank you for that.

I truly, truly
thank you.

Now I'm off to finish

laundry and do some weeding

and pay bills that are due

and book plane tickets

for our summer holiday.  

We are still grasping a 

bit to find our new summer 

normal around here, especially

with our girl being gone.

But we're getting there.

Things ramp up over the next

month starting Monday, when

I'll become reacquainted 

 with my chauffeur's cap.

Until then, I'm going to

enjoy cheering at my son's

baseball games and listening

to tween boy conversation

in the car as we head to the

DQ with his buddies afterwards

for a Blizzard or a Mr. Misty : )

And if I can inject a few kind 

words along the way, I'm going 

to try my darnedest to do 

just

that!

Kind words are a creative force,
a power that concurs with the
building up of all that is good,
and an energy that showers
 blessings upon the world.


~ Lawrence G. Lovasik

xx

Suzanne


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