Costa Vida Love

Upstairs from me lives an adorable young couple. We met when one day the husband knocked on my door, needing the phone number of our bishop (local clergyman). A short time later, I met his wife at church and we became super fun friends. They are such a joy in my life. 

This cute couple works at the nearby Costa Vida restaurant, which is yummy, to say the least. Whenever I see them, our ongoing joke is me yelling, "Hey! Where's my taco?!" They always respond with, "Come to our work and get one!" It's a fun way to be friends and have a little humor in our relationship as we get to know each other. At the end of a very long, difficult day on May 5th, I teased them again as I yelled out my window when they walked by. That day was an exceptionally difficult day and humor kept me going. 

Pork tacos = Perfection

That night, they drove passed me in their car as I stood outside another apartment building (yep, we live in an apartment!), crying. Stopping to check on me, I could not even talk. I had just witnessed a very difficult domestic scene between a weeping mother (a friend of mine) and a CPS worker. My heart was broken and as I cried on her behalf, my friends stopped to check on me. I shook my head that I could not talk then, so they said they would check on me later. I texted her that night to let her know I was ok, but my friend was not. She promised me tacos. It was all she could do. 

Thursday (the next day) I ran a quick errand. When I returned, there was a bag from the beloved restaurant sitting on my kitchen table. In it was some serious goodness and at 4:30pm, I ate dinner. 

Not wanting to be entirely selfish (kind of) I shared the deliciousness with my husband and together we enjoyed a bit of heaven. (Don't worry- I fed my kids later... just not that!)

The one item I did not share, however, was my cookie. I take this very seriously when considering sharing an item of such caliber. Sure, it was 5 inches across. Yes, it was plenty big for two people to indulge. When it comes down to it, though... sometimes, a woman just needs her chocolate to herself. I made the correct decision.

How grateful I am to this thoughtful couple who did a seemingly small act of service, but one that made a big difference to me. Like butterflies bring a quiet beauty to the world, this couple brought beauty into our home and into my life. It reminded me I am being watched out for, and that I am loved. 

In our home, we strive to do service on a daily basis. As we allow ourselves to be recipients of service as well as offer it, our loads are that much lighter, the world is more beautiful, and life is so much sweeter.... like this cookie. 

Feeling grateFULL-
Mama Dragon