Everyday before I go to work I am either walking or sitting at my bus stop. Also everyday before I go to work I see or chat with one of my fellow pedestrians. Her name is Marilyn, she is probably in her 60's, and she is perhaps the sweetest person you've ever met. The title of this post is something that she told me on a particularly chilly day at the bus stop, and although I've never heard this expression before, I will now begin to use it.
The reason I write about my friend is not because she has a clever way with words, but that she has a way of purposeful sweetness. She waves and smiles and literally every motor vehicle that passes by, regardless of which way it is going, and regardless of knowing whether or the passengers can see her. In fact she even waves at busses, perhaps mostly at the driver, but nonetheless. Additionally, her daily stroll is for more than her constitution, she stops at every house on her route that has a newspaper at the curb and walks it up to their doorway. This is an all more important gesture during the damp and dark days of Northwest winter. All with a joy-exuding smile on her face.
All this to say my friend Marilyn is super.
The world should be so super.
