My husband and I were at our friend's wedding this weekend. Must admit I was a little apprehensive bringing Breck to a wedding. Suddenly, we would be "those people". With Breck in his PJ's slowly drifting off to sleep, I force his tired little body to whip around the dance floor with me dancing (yes, in my purple dress!) to classic wedding reception tunes. Then a gentle tap on my shoulder by this lovely woman, "if you'd be ok with it, I'd love nothing more than to hold your son so you can dance with your husband" My immediate reaction was to hand him off faster than she finished. But not too fast, who is this woman? I watch her from across the room. She is a sweet woman. Sitting with her elderly parents, she just looks like someone you want you know. A few minutes later I walk in her direction, Breck sound asleep on my shoulder and before I could approach her, her arms reach out to cradle him. "You'd make my night if I could cuddle him" Afterall, she is a friend of the bride, our friend. I trust my gut, she's more than ok. I watch Breck sleep, he's out cold with his face cozy in her big chest. Suddenly he has the best seat in the house, Dave and I laugh. This sleeping boy is making her evening. And I am free, for just a couple moments. I sat for a few minutes, alone, watching her love my son. She rocks him gently and rubs his cheek. What a wonderful woman she is. I realize, I dont know her name. She doesn't even know his. But this is confirmation that there are perfect strangers in this world, good human beings. The kind our parents raised us to be. This, I will pay forward.
Now its my turn, I tap her on the shoulder. I say thank you, "you have no idea how nice it feels to have my hands free." Her response, amazing "and you have no idea how nice it feels to have my hands full"
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