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There’s a shop downtown that I love to visit when I have some spare time. They make great coffee. I especially love their cappuccinos. I feel extra lucky when “cute barista” is there, because when he is, I feel like I get special treatment. Normally, you order, then sit and wait for your sandwich to be ready or your order to be called. Then you go to the counter to pick up your food or your coffee. Not when cute barista is there! Cute barista delivers these beautiful cappuccinos to my table with a smile. And after a few minutes, he checks on me to make sure I’m enjoying it. (No cute designs or table service from the other baristas, by the way.) Cute barista doesn’t realize I am probably old enough to be his mother! He is great at making these cappuccinos. I tell him how beautiful his designs are. I gush over them. He smiles. I enjoy interacting with him. He goes out of his way to do a small thing with great love.
While I was growing up in New Jersey, I often spent time at my aunt’s house. During each visit, she’d sit me down at the kitchen table and serve me a snack. There would be a place mat for me at the table. She would gently set a small plate with a few cookies on it in front of me, along with a napkin. She’d offer me an RC Cola, pour it in a glass, and place it gently on the table. My aunt has never been the type of person to say “I love you.” But quite frankly, I’ve never doubted she loved me. I’ve known all along, just by observing the way that she put the plate down in front of me on the table. Gently, with care. The glass with RC Cola was placed in front of me gently, with care. She did small things with great love.
Mother Theresa said, “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” These small things I’ve experienced have been big things to me. They have been small moments in my day that have helped me feel seen. I felt like I mattered. I felt the kindness of human connection. These moments feed my heart. My cup runneth over.