Here is Good:

That moment when:

you're standing in Panera
chatting with some people you've just run into
(while you wait for a dear old friend),
and look up to see an impossibly tiny slip of a girl
(who cannot be more than 2 years old)
running straight across the room toward you,
with clear intent:

to wrap herself around your legs,
to crane her neck,
to look straight up into your far-away face,
with big, brown, delighted eyes.

thrilled, she is, to see you.

and --as you wrap your arm around her
and lean straight down with your own delighted eyes,
and speak a joyful hello--
you think to yourself:

I have never seen this child in my life.

...

but then you see her mother across the way,
and you realize:

this child knows you
--and has run over to greet you,
and is so delighted to see you--
because you lead worship at her church
(a couple of times a month).

and she has noticed.