It's the Small Things, Isn't it?

That antique license plate had been loosely hung by this old cafe's front door for so many years I'd stopped really noticing it. It was there when I first started working here as a waitress in 1951. But this morning, as I shuffled my packages, my lunch and my purse to my other arm so I could open the door, a bright-eyed chickadee landed on the edge of that old plate and looked at me as if to say, “Why are you bringing your lunch to a cafe?” Well, it might seem strange but then he has never eaten here.

However, I decided if he was that interested in me, the neighborly thing to do would be to offer him a bit of my lunch. So, I pinched off a crust from my sandwich and held it up.

He flew to my hand, took the piece of crust and flew away.

I thought that was a special thing and I always try to give in return when the universe gives something special to me. So, I pulled a silver sticky star like I always carry for the children of families I wait on, out of my pocket and stuck it on that license plate right where that chickadee had landed.

Then, with a smile on my face, I opened that old cafe's front door and went in to start my work day.