Sometimes it's the little things that make your day. Like the time last week when I was rushing up to our apartment from the laundry room a floor below because I was eager to get to the gym. I was feeling particularly virtuous because I had done an all-white load of laundry, something I always mean to do, but rarely get around to. A white-bearded man, walking with a cane, came out of an apartment and headed to the elevator in front of me.
He turned to me and said, "I am the the luckiest man because I have the best wife in the world." Since he was alone, I assumed he was talking to me, and I replied, "How nice". He then asked if my laundry basket was heavy, and although I didn't know how he would carry it with his cane, I assured him that it was not. He was going down. I was going up. We parted. Alone in the up elevator, I smiled because it has been such a nice moment.
An hour or so later, I was leaving the gym. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realize that someone was coming out of the door after me and I let it close on a handsome young man. I apologized. "No worries," he said. I explained further that I had been lost in my thoughts. "No worries," he repeated and gave me a big smile.
Another lovely moment.