Spare Change

The night before Thanksgiving always has included a meal out for my family. There is too much cooking to be done the next day for me to even want to step foot in my kitchen, let alone prepare a meal.
Our choice this year was a local grill with typical American fare and even fish aquariums and a kid's game room (perfect for a family with parents in town and a five and one year-old in tow).
As we were waiting on our meals our oldest spotted the game room (and also one of her friend's from gymnastics class) and looked at me with pleading eyes. I dug in my purse and found only dollar bills, but was faithful that maybe the games would take dollar bills. Fortunately there was a dollar to quarter conversion machine in the game room, unfortunately it kept spitting back out my dollar no matter how many different ways I tried to make it wrinkle free.
Finally, giving up on the hope that the machine would want to work with me, M and I went to the cash register counter and asked if we could possibly have some change for a dollar. The waitresses all looked at me and said there was no way they could do that. Our five year-old heard the conversation and looked at me and shrugged.
Having given up on the idea of the game room we turned to go back to our table when one of the young waitresses who had been at the cash register counter pulled us aside and brought out her personal wallet and told us she had change. This was enough of a kindness moment that made me want to look for her angel wings, but as she refused to take the dollar bill I was trading in so my daughter could play an arcade game I knew in that moment I was witnessing an everyday miracle and could feel a prime example of how He wants us to treat each other.
M didn't win the the stuffed animal she was going for that night, but instead came away with a greater prize of witnessing a real life example of how to love one another.