Ashten and I are redoing her bedroom. I put it off forever, because quite honestly I haven't been in the mood to do much of anything lately. But we went and looked at paint colors last night.
Oh my she has an affinity for extremely bold colors, which is funny since I painted her room pale yellow when we moved up to a big girl bed. And the more colors, the better. At one point she had picked out bright orange with some name like neon tangerine and a deep purple along with some sea-like color of blue and was headed for the green shades when I had to stifle her artistic talents and intervene.
But it got me to remembering when we had our house built, the guy who came in to paint our walls was just flabbergasted at my "wild" color choices (that was before it was okay to put purple on your walls). And then the time when my 5th grade teacher called my parents in because she was concerned about my flamboyantly outlandish style.
We are a lot alike.
So we have decided on blue and 2 shades of purple. Hmm... (my bedroom is about to have a red stripe across one wall, so I guess I can't say too much). Anyways we spent the day scraping borders and rearranging furniture. She turned up the tunes and it was such a good mother daughter thing. Lovin' it!
Anyways, a friend of mine was telling me about an encounter at the grocery store earlier today.
She was behind an elderly lady in line. My friend only had a few things, and the lady tried to let her go in front. She said she declined, but was honestly wishing she hadn't because this lady was in no hurry to get anywhere.
Then the thought occurred to her that she should find this elderly lady outside and help her unload everything into her car. My friend kept telling herself how silly that was, the lady was perfectly capable, and besides, one of the things this friend had come in for was ice cream. Which in 95 degree heat she would be lucky to get it home before it turned to milk all over the back of her car.
However, she found herself stalling as she put her groceries in the backseat, searching the older woman out-and of course it was all the way across the lot. Once again telling herself this lady probably would not appreciate being told she needed any help, her feet made their way over to the lady's car, and she put her groceries in the trunk and returned her cart for her.
My pal told me the lady was kind and appreciative, but she still couldn't help wondering what the whole thing was all about as she climbed into her own car.
But the first thing she heard on the radio as she pulled out was this:
You think any good deed is too small? Well it's not. Someone sees it and smiles.
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