A little piece of the past

I love when I get to go to work and talk about the "good ol' days" with my patients. It's great hearing about the past and getting to vicariously experience little chunks of people's lives when they reminisce and share. I feel a little bit like a magpie, collecting and hoarding all the shiny bits I encounter. Just today I had a gentleman tell me that while he and his wife are estranged, he wouldn't trade a day of the time he got to spend with his eight children, and that, though he wasn't with her, he was proud of the job she did "raising them up right" on the family farm. A father's pride in his children has a way of lighting up his face, and this man was just beaming.

I sure do love my job. 😊

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