While wandering up and down the aisles at my local grocery store I saw a stock boy cleaning up a smashed apple sauce container. I thought about how lowly that job is, admiring how he went about his work with quiet diligence, and quickly hid a fairy journal on one of the shelves behind him. I never imagined that he'd actually be the one to find it, or that he would care much if he did. And then...
"Hey! Look what I found!" I heard a boy exclaim. And there they were, three aisles away, two 16 year old stock boys huddled together looking very intently at something very little :)
How lovely is that and how lucky am I to have witnessed it?