Tonight we took Her Excellency of Mousehole and The Boarder to dinner at Heaps. When Phil paid the bill he tipped the waitress very well. She didn't look at the check, just took it, along with the bill and said, "Thanks for coming in."
It took us a few minutes to leave and on the way out she came up to Phil and--with tears in her eyes--said, "Thank you so much."
It was no big thing, but maybe tonight she needed to feel appreciated. Her appreciation made Phil's day. And because it made his day I realized--once again--how tender and caring he is and I'm so glad he belongs to me. It was a win-win experience, all around.
6 comments:
ahhh that Phil, it is clear to all that he is a dear indeed! I hope the impending doom has lifted and if it did and then it came back because I mentioned it please go see Phil.
Happy Mother's day!
I hope you had a great Mother's Day.
What a sweet reminder that the small acts are really the big ones.
I"m begining to think I didn't get ALL of my lovelyness just from you. I must have gotten some from Dad. What a good thing for me. Now I know I am double the nice.
I love that Phil. What a very nice man.
This is so sweet, and it then she'll be sweet to someone, and it goes on and on.
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