I had been up since 4 am; Mila woke up, ate a little bit, and then decided that it was an appropriate time to have a conversation with her dad and me. She babbled for about an hour. We listened to her and giggled a little bit for the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, we were like, Oh my god, dude, come on.
That night we had to resort to setting her in the swing at about 5 am; of course, once she was in it, she fell asleep within ten minutes. I went out to the living room, where the swing is, and laid down on the couch and fell back asleep.
Sometimes I'm just so exhausted. Sometimes it takes all the energy I can muster and a slice of cinnamon raisin bread to get Mila dressed and go for our walk. And, I must admit, sometimes the walk is more for me than it is for her. I know that there is a coffee waiting at the end of the finish line. A glorious small iced latte with just a touch of homemade, all-natural, no faux-garbage, vanilla syrup.
And that really lights my fire.
This day, in particular, was one of the days that it was more for me. We got dressed and I zombied out the door, she in her stroller holding her stuffed monkey (her security blanket), me in my Lulus holding my phone (my security blanket). We walked the half mile to our (my) favorite little spot ever, the place we go every morning. You probably think I'm going to say Starbucks. I'm not.
Bread and Water Company, our neighborhood bakery. They make my favorite chocolate cake. My favorite ham and swiss croissants. My favorite cinnamon raisin bread (the aforementioned). And my favorite iced vanilla latte.
We strolled inside and up to the counter. I ordered my drink and then reached under the stroller for my wallet.
Oh god. It's not there.
I realized in that moment that I left it in her diaper bag from the day before. I called out to the girl making my coffee, "I totally just realized I don't have my wallet."
She responded, "That's okay. I'll get it for you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I get a discount, so it's not a big deal."
After the early-morning wake-up and the couch-sleeping, I had just been looking forward to this coffee so much. Then when I realized I left my wallet, I thought, Of course this would happen.
This girl saved my day, and I told her so. Either she saw it written on my face that I really needed it or she is just an insanely kind person, or both, but to anyone who thinks that politeness and generosity are lost on the younger generations, I assure you, you're wrong.
She embodied those traits and I will never forget her gesture. Maybe it wasn't a big deal to her, but it was a really big deal to me.