A Day in the Shady Sunshine with My Friend

Today started as a bad day. A hard day. A day that tears kept leaking out against the will. Today started as a sad day. But today, this afternoon, I sat in the shade of lovely trees and the scent of flowers and held the hand of a gentle and kind elderly woman who misses her family and was also having a hard day. Today, we walked outside, sat in metal chairs (me with a cushion, blue, and her without a cushion at all) underneath an oak tree and held hands. It was perfectly silent. Perfectly peaceful. We looked at the clouds, with my friend pointing occasionally to a particularly fluffy one and we smiled at each other when the wind would pick up and cool us off. Today started as a bad day, but today ended on a peaceful, hushed note of perfect soul communion and I was reminded of my Savior looking down at me and smiling because I am His and He is mine.