Furthermore…

I was so surprised last night. After dark my doorbell rang and I hobbled over to open it. Switching on the porch light I saw a little girl of about six was there, with her daddy standing off behind her. She handed me an envelope the size of a Christmas card, so assuming it was mail for me that came to their house by mistake, I said “Oh…this came to you…” The dad didn’t say anything, but just smiled warmly.
At a loss for words, I said “that was very nice!” Glancing at the envelope, which showed no signs of coming by mail, I started to realize it was something she had made herself. I half wondered if I should look for something to give her, as I watched them turn and leave.
Inside, I saw it was an attractive, ordinary card – with a childish signature in orange crayon or felt tip. It must be they were neighbors, unknown to me. I feel like I failed to show the gracious appreciation I should have, when touched by a beautiful kindness. Sometimes I am so foggy minded!