See this guy in the middle? Holding the red chicken-flapper doohickey of me & my Mom? Yea- that one. He did something extraordinary a decade ago that still touches me to this day; he loaned me his socks.
The venue: First Baptist Church School Carnival. Per my style I just asked the coordinator to put me anywhere I was needed. I rushed to the school straight from work on Louisiana “Fall” Day of 80 degrees. I checked in and got my assignment: the 40 climbing wall inside a jumpy thing. Wrapped in bacon. Stuffed in a taco shell.
I was in charge of crowd control and could not wear my loafers inside the bounce house. I flung them off and dove into my position. Literally. The crowd subsided and to my shock, I glanced down to notice that only half of my toenails were painted while the balance did some creepy vintage horror nail show in the shade of ruby red neglect.
I searched the crowd of beautiful moms who planned stuff and didn’t have janky feet and finally landed on the visage of my knight in shining khakis. My demure voice boomed like a can opener and my John tracked it to my post. I motioned a “cone here” and my eyes the exclamation mark.
When just close outside of the net to hear me I asked a biggie. “Can I have your socks?”
“My socks? What? Right now?”
“Shhh! Yes. My toes are crazy and I need to cover them up right now.”
He took off and moments later slipped me the navy shame-shields which saved my dignity. It is indeed the little things. The small sacrifices and shouldering the big burdens. He is an unselfish person and I am still amazed that he gave me his socks that day.
John and I just celebrated our 9th Maggie Lee for Good Day. A day of kindness in our daughter’s memory. I am so crazy blessed to share all of life’s joys and sorrow with this person who has bettered me. I was told in my first counseling session after losing ML that most couples don’t make it after a child is lost. I totally understand why but am grateful to God for sustaining us and giving us grace to give to each other.