My sweet husband is a Navy veteran. He sometimes wears a ball cap with the name of the ship he served on. Rarely has anyone ever commented on his hat in my presence in the 32 years that we have been married. Until this past year. Many times this year, people will glance at him and say, "Thank you for your service." It gets me. Every. Single. Time. My dad was in the Army in WWII, my maternal grandfather a medic in WWI. Many family members and friends have served. I am forever grateful for their selflessness.
Today we popped into a store, and on the way out there was a veteran gathering donations for Toys for Tots. My sweetie gave a cash donation and chatted with the man a moment. As he turned to leave the man said, "You are a veteran, right?" My husband said, "Oh yes." The man reached into his pocket and handed him something.
"What did he give you?" I asked, as we walked away. He reached in his pocked and handed me a scrap of fabric wrapped in a little plastic bag.
Today was a total waste of mascara.