Two days ago I made a pot of chili. A very, very large pot of chili. So much so that I didn't have enough room in the freezer for it and I didn't want what I couldn't freeze to go bad, so I had to figure out something to do with the rest of my chili.
Chica loves food. Nearly as much as I do. And so, I took in a little container for her for lunch and another bigger container for her to take home to her fiancée should she enjoy it.
She squealed with delight when I told her of her lunch option today. (That always makes me smile!)
Before I had a moment to blink, she had eaten all of the smaller portion. She came bouncing past my desk grinning ear to ear. Laughing, I asked her if she enjoyed her lunch. She was all smiles and said, "I sent you an email."
In the email, not only did she thank me for the tasty, unexpected lunch, but also for the dinner she'd now have to share with her fiancée. Without getting personal, it meant a lot to her, more than I could have imagined.
That touched my heart. I think I'll bring her another container tomorrow.
Moments of sharing.
Moments of sharing that go deeper than the act itself.
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