The last thing that made me smile was today at church. My DH leads a small group of youth boys on Monday nights. They are a rag tag bunch of guys that just don't seem to fit anywhere, but have really grown in the 3 years they have been with DH (and he has too). Last Monday night he had to cancel because he was sick.
Well, I walked in this morning alone as DH was filling in as an usher and two of the boys saw me waddle in on my cane. They came up and asked how I was doing and I said fine. Then they kind of hestiated and one asked "Is Tony better? Did he come today? Is he over his cold?" And they both looked at me so expectantly for the answer.
I told them that yes he was here and he was starting to feel a bit better and I would make sure he was rested up and healthy for tomorrow night. They both had such looks of happiness and relief as they thanked me. I walked on and heard the sound of a high-five behind me and "YESSSSSS we've got group tomorrow!!!!!!
I am really glad they couldn't see the smile on my face. It grew wider when I told DH this and he looked really touched that they cared that much. It is hard sometimes to get through to 15 - 16 year-old boys, but my DH seems to have these ones under his wing.