Anywho. my dad is so wise. i don't think i led on what was going through my mind, unless i'm getting easier to read these days. but he was the only one who really realized that i was asked to do something last minute - as in 'jump in the car, we need you' last minute. and ended up taking the rest of the evening. so when we got home he asked me "Tiffany, do you want a shake?" i answered "no. i'm okay" but in my head i was like "that'd be nice..." but it was really late anyway, so i didn't want him to bother.
But my dad went ahead and made me a banana milkshake, poured it into a glass cup, and set it right in front of me on the table.
Such a small gesture, nothing fancy. but it made me so happy. and so thankful for a considerate father...since i didn't have dinner...and his ability to cheer me up. he is understanding in so many ways.
I felt rejuvinated after drinking it, mostly from the quiet gratitude i felt knowing that my dad would do that for me. so rejuvinated that i even washed the dishes afterwards...because i suddenly had too much energy i needed to spend.
I am grateful for small, considerate acts of kindness that didn't have to happen. but did.
Ohh dang! kharma for writing nice things about people.......i was just finishing this post when matthew came up to me and handed me a peanut butter snickers and (half empty, *ahem* that's ok) bottle of cream soda!!! probably feeling bad that i wasn't able to hang out with those friends i was tellin you about.
It's the small acts of consideration i tell ya!!! i'm feeling a third wind coming on!!! time to mop the floors..?? :)
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