A friend I hadn’t seen in a while came to visit me at work today and pick up some last minute gifts.
At the end of catching up and her transaction, she said, “So, I had a decaf coffee this morning.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, gingerly placing her folded gifts into a bag.
“Yep.”
“That’s…good?” I said, unsure.
“Trying to limit my caffeine consumption,” she said.
In my head, I went, Eh? But then my eyes shot up to meet hers, and I remembered how much struggle she’s been through in the last year, and before I knew what was happening, I was totally crying.
“Really?” I croaked, almost a whisper.
She beamed. I came around the counter and she kissed my face and I just totally lost it and whispered “Oh my God” and “Congratulations” into her ear again and again. “Seven weeks,” she said, and I could have collapsed into her arms right there.
While a whole line of people waited to purchase their stretchy pants gifts, she and I just held each other and cried from pure happiness.
There’s no news like good news.
Want some of your own? Here you go.
small life, slow life 