We were up at our cabin last weekend, enjoying giant snowflakes and warm fires. As usual, we went to the little store and chatted with the woman who runs the coffee stand. My husband was explaining to our son's friend about how we'd known her since she was a young teen. And I realized that these little "catching up" chats were precious to me. We've known her as a teenager, a young married woman, a mother of three and now with her own teenagers, who work the stand after school and on weekends. We check with her first about the weather, and analyze the A's baseball season and ask how the dog is doing (a lab like our two). She's made an interesting life for herself, without leaving her tiny hamlet. Her kids are good kids. Her husband is kind and helpful. She's a pleasure to be around. And although we may not talk about world news or politics or music, we genuinely like each other and are happy to see each other doing just fine.
Talking to her has been a possible overlooked opportunity not missed, because we engaged where we might have been business like. And these encounters are like hidden gems, glowing and warming our hearts.
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