Sweetness

I could see Turo and the other children through the glass wall at the gym's childcare as I came down the stairs from yoga. A few children were playing at a little table, another was looking at a book. And then there was a little boy crying next to the window. From across the lobby, I watched as Turo looked at the boy, walked to him and stroked his head.

By the time I went in the room to get Turo, he was back to looking at a book. But the tenderness of that moment was so lovely that I've been carrying it with me all afternoon.