Gratitude.

I shook his hand.
And told him thanks.
He smiled, and replied,
"Thank you for your support, Ma'am."

My momma on the other hand was so un-cool.
With tears in her eyes, she hugged him.
Both-arms-wrapped-around-this-stranger-in-uniform-making-a-scene-in-the-airport hugged him.
She thanked him, too.
I think.
He laughed nervously.
But then, his smiled stretched big across his face.
And he hugged her back.


I'm not sure what touches me more...
her gratitude, or his....


[This post linked to Finer Things Friday, at The Finer Things in Life.]