That Thursday, I didn’t post — not because I forgot, but because life had me overwhelmed.
After a draining morning at the Children’s Hospital, a spilled bottle of milk at Olive Garden nearly broke me. But then our waiter quietly stepped in — feeding Ellee, cleaning the mess, and giving me a moment to breathe.
It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it was exactly what I needed. A reminder that the smallest acts of kindness can carry the heaviest days.
