Tonight, in my car driving home from picking up dinner, I got a reminder in the most unlikely of places. While I was waiting for the light to turn, a family standing on the street corner caught my eye. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary about them - just a father and his two very young daughters waiting to cross the intersection.
As I watched, wondering to myself whether the girls were twins or not, an ordinary moment turned into one that warmed my heart. Responding to a tiny hand persistently tugging at his pant leg, the father reached down, picked up one of the little girls, and patiently held her up to the crossing light so that she could push the button. That finished, he gently set her down, scooped up her sister, and repeated the process all over again. Finally, the light turned, and the trio held hands, two sisters skipping on either side of a father clearly happy to just be out walking with his girls.
Sometimes it's the little things that restore your faith. Tonight was a reminder for me of what we are waiting for. And, a much needed lesson on appreciating the simple pleasures in life.