All this caring humbles me.
Last week Daughter got a package in the mail.
She got this
A burp cloth and a bib. With rockets. For Rocket Man.
A lovely lady from our past sent them to her. A lovely lady who somehow found out grandson's blog moniker and cared enough to make these for him.
This lovely lady was one of my students oh so many years ago. Fourteen to be exact. She became a family friend. Her family then became family friends. We loved them. They loved us. They moved back to California and with the move, they moved out of our lives.
Initially we kept in touch but, as often happens, we lost touch. That didn't stop me from wondering about them though. I missed my friends.
When Daughter told me that the gift was from CiCi, I cried. I cried because I thought of her and her beautiful smile. I cried at the memories of dinners with her family. I cried out of humility. I'm humbled knowing that despite my lack of effort, CiCi found daughter and was kind enough to personalize a gift for Rocket Man.
I checked out CiCi's web page and caught a glimpse of where life has taken her. That's one of the pluses of technology and social media, you can catch up without having to be in each other's presence.
Thank you CiCi, leave a comment, if you're so inclined, I'd love to 'chat'.