Witness

I was a witness.

I was hurrying to find some paperwork for my husband and heard some noise outside. It was garbage day yesterday and we put out our cans for the garbage man. He seems to come very early here, like at 7:30 am or so. The insane day that we had yesterday kept us away from the house until about 4 pm. This is the time it all happened. To most this may be no big deal but to me, well, it touched my heart.

I heard some noises outside and looked out the office window. Two of my sons friends had been walking by on their way to the snack shack, aka the gas station where the kids hang out, near our house. They noticed that our garbage cans were still out late in the day so they each grabbed a can and rolled it back to the side of the house then continued on their way. No stopping to get credit.

I love those kids. I've said it before and I will say it again... my son has the best friends a mom could ever hope her child could have. That touched me, small act of kindness that it was, and now I am trying to decide which one I can one day set up my daughter with to marry someday in the future. What? I'm thinking ahead, I know. A mom can only hope her girl picks good guys like that in the future.