Kindred spirits

This afternoon I attended a Christmas Eve church service with my sweetie and our extended family. To my left sat an elderly gentleman (in his late 70s), and to my right one pew in front of us sat a one-year-old little girl. As the church service went along, the older gentleman and the little girl intermittently exchanged glances – and then one would work to get the other one to smile. When the little girl was antsy, the older man would grin – and the little girl would settle. When the older man was listless, the little girl would grin – and the older fellow would perk up a bit. It was delightful for me to watch the interplay between these two; both nonverbal, yet both communicating volumes. They each just needed a patient soul to listen with the heart instead of the ears.


About Stef

A "serious" gal who is trying to remember to lighten up and smile.
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4 Responses to Kindred spirits

  1. John Aughey says:

    When Carolyn was little, 1 or so, she did a thing where we said, “Make your face.” and she would wrinkle up her nose and smash her mouth together. In church one Sunday, it was nearing the end of mass and she was standing up looking at the people behind her. I whispered to her, “Make your face” and she did, and the people behind us busted up laughing.


  2. Touch2Touch says:

    Beautiful, Stef! A merry christmas to you, and a happy new year overflowing with patient heart-listening souls —-


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