I was reminded of home today. I was reminded of home by a friendly man who felt no shame in offering to hold Hudson while I handled another task, a man who played "give me five" far longer than most. A man whose smile and wink made you feel like he was your grandpa. A man who offered to buy mine and Hudson's breakfast because I left my wallet at home.
I was dumbfounded when I looked in my purse for my wallet to pay for breakfast and it wasn't there. I told the waiter that I would leave my cell phone behind as collateral and that I would run home to get my wallet. But before I could make it to my car the sweet man who played "give me five" while I searched for my wallet came running out behind me. He said, "ma'am, ma'am" -- and as I turned around he said, "Don't worry about it... I'll cover this one." Of course I told him it was okay, and that I just lived up the street, but his mind was already made up. I quickly thanked him (and secretly wanted to give him a huge grandpa hug). I got into my car, and I missed home. I missed home so much that I choked back tears. I couldn't help but feel gratitude for the small town people who will do something nice, just because. Thank you mystery man at The Cracked Egg. My breakfast with Hudson was a nice morning outing, but you made it unforgettable.
Because blogs are no fun without pictures... here are a few that I took of Hudson yesterday when practicing with my new camera. Enjoy your weekend!!

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