After going for sushi this evening with my daughter, as a belated birthday celebration (she works most evenings), I went to Starbucks for a little caffeine to offset the sake.
Anyway, shortly before I left a family came in. Mother, father, seven or eight year old girl, five or six year old boy, and a baby in a carrier. I did not pay much attention to them as they ordered their drinks and settled in. I finished up what I wanted to write (but unfortunately not the poem that has been gestating in my head), and was leaving when the father stopped me. The boy had been coloring, and wanted to give me the picture. I accepted, knowing the effort that he had put into it, and in return gave him the origami crane that I had folded when I sat down. He was clearly pleased with it, though it did not take the effort that his picture had consumed. I thanked him, and went on my way.
I was touched by his gift. I have done a lot of thinking lately about gifts. What I am given, in various ways, and what I give others. All in all, it was a wonderful way to close out my day.
Thank you, Frankie.