I might have mentioned I have an event for the hospital tomorrow night that is causing my heart to implode with guilt. (It’s still scheduled. The voodoo didn’t work.)
I spent today running the last few errands for it. Florist (hostess gift), Party City (napkins – a favor for the hostess), Office Depot (nametags). I also had to go to Kinko’s. They were printing a set of color slides for me because my toner was running low. As I sulked in, ready to pick up my very handy internet order, I noticed there was a couple next to me who needed help with a flyer. They needed it copied in color, as it had a photograph on it.
At first I thought it was (yet another) “Lost Dog” flyer that shows up in our neighborhood semi-regularly. Upon second glance (‘cause I’m nosey that way sometimes), I realized it was indeed a “Missing” flyer – except it was for a young girl, Brianna.
I don’t know the circumstances that caused this awful situation. Quite frankly, I don’t want to. But in that moment, I realized I was kind of an asshole. I was sulking about missing a 2 hour event for The Swimmy. These folks were wondering if this kid was safe.
And so, I’m thinking that “grass is always greener” cliché is STILL a big, fat lie. I’m thinking I’ll smile when I say goodbye to The Swimmy tomorrow night and hand her a little bouquet of flowers to say how proud I am. I’m thinking I’ll give her a great big, loved-soaked hug before she leaves and when I get home.
Because I can.
Updated to add this: