He smiled.
“And who said love is measured in inches?”
I thought of John, my first husband.
The love we’d shared had never disappeared from my heart. But now there was room for new happiness, too.
Today, I’m 75 years old.
I still wear high heels. I still tower over most people. But I’m no longer embarrassed by my height.
Because those very shoes, which had made me feel uncomfortable for so many years, helped me reconnect with a little girl I’d saved 42 years earlier.
And that act of kindness, which I’d almost forgotten, eventually brought a new family and a new love into my life.
Sometimes, the kindness we give without expecting anything in return finds its way back to us years later in the most unexpected and beautiful way. ❤️
