Elevator firsts.

Elevator firsts.

He had on a gray, knit beanie hat and was holding a pair of gloves tightly as the elevator stopped on the 9th floor. He walked in first with an older woman, but was not paying much attention to her.  Much into his own thoughts, we didn’t make eye contact but I noticed how cute he was.

The elevator was quiet as we made our way down to the lobby. No small talk. We stopped and the doors opened slowly.  

He looked up and over his shoulder to me with his hands nearly covering his mouth, mittens in hand.

 “You’re beautiful.” he mumbled and smiled, and immediately blushed.  I did too.

“Aw, thank y—“Oh my gosh!” the woman interrupted as she reached out to grab my arm, as if she needed it for stability over her surprise and shock to the boy's words.

“That’s the first time he has ever said that to anyone.” She looked like she was going to cry, it was so sweet, so real, so unexpected.

She picked him up, throwing him over her shoulder as his head bounced up. He leaned his face up against her heavy scarf but I could see his eyes, still smiling. 

It wasn't the first time someone called me beautiful, (thanks Mom & Dad) but hopefully my smile back to him was big enough so that he knew how good it made me feel.

 

 

ESTABLISHING THE SUMMER UNIFORM

ESTABLISHING THE SUMMER UNIFORM

It's the only place you have to live.

It's the only place you have to live.