Late Friday afternoon I was reading emails on my iphone as Bill drove us to Ventura.
Suddenly I gasped and let out a sigh. "Listen to this," I said with a break in my voice. I sat quietly for a moment, trying to compose myself enough to share the touching email there on the screen. Every time I tried to start to read it out loud my voice would break and the lump in my throat would grip me so tightly that I couldn't speak.
After nearly a mile I was finally able to read out loud:
So happy for you, Suzanne, that your building plans are going smoothly and that things are moving forward! I had a strange dream about your new store the other night. They were pouring concrete on the floor and you had all of your customers and their kids put their hand prints in the wet cement. And then they covered it with carpet, but we all knew the hand prints were still there as a testimonial to the love we all have for you. Such a blissful little dream it was!
Bill and I both were quiet for a long time. The only sound was the swishing of the windshield wipers and the sounds of our sniffling.
Earlier in the day I had met with the flooring people and ironically it was decided that in order to prep the concrete slab for the new flooring that new cement would need to be spread over the irregular concrete slab.
Oh, how I wish I could have all of the wonderful people who have supported and encouraged me over the years come put their hands in that wet cement. You all have touched me so deeply that no amount of carpet could ever hide my love for you. Your names will be forever written on my heart.
Encourage one another,