Things that happen in small towns with good people

This afternoon I don’t have too much on the agenda; trying to write and getting sides ready for dinner.  My husband will be cooking hamburgers and corn on the cob on the grill, so I’m just responsible for the potatoes.  He came in to ask me if we had buns and I looked up wondering how he could have forgotten that he ate the last ones a few days ago.  I just assumed we were having sans buns or using regular bread. He promptly left to go to the local supermarket to get buns and run another errand and I took a call from my eldest who was excited to tell me some news about some of her own writing and blogging.

I heard a knock on my door and opened it, phone still to my ear, and three of my favorite people were outside.  When your kids have busy schedules and live hundreds of miles away, it’s hard to hang up early when they call. One of them said, “We brought you buns”.  Now, this particular woman is so incredible, I figured that somehow she just knew my needs this afternoon.  But lo and behold, they had passed my husband and stopped to talk to him.  When he told them where he was going and why, they explained they had just purchased the last package of buns at the market.   What to do when you live 30 miles from a regular grocery store?  Well, my hubby said, “you need to give me two of those”.  So they, being the selfless, giving people that they are, did just that.  Since he had another errand to run, they delivered the buns right to my front door.  This did not surprise me at all out of this family. They are all kind, gracious and supportive and always ready with a smile to help make your day better.

As they stood on my steps fighting mosquitoes, I did invite them in, but they declined. They chose to go walk out back and look at the water instead, seeing that I was on the phone.  I came back in, killed a deer fly with my kitchen towel and sat down and smiled (yes, the towel is now in the laundry).   I feel bad that I wasn’t more insistent on them coming in, especially after they delivered buns!

I asked my daughter if she caught all of the conversation.  She laughed and I filled her in on the rest of the details.  She said, “well that was a cute and interesting story”, so I figured if she thought so, you might too 🙂

And to the Lewis family, I love you all and you are amazing and I hope you had enough buns left for yourselves!!