He stuttered, "You look great."
I thanked him, and smiled, but it didn't end there. He kept looking at me and the women I had been talking with were now looking at me.
He finally exclaimed, "You're standing, you're walking, you look great."
Then it hit me, he hadn't seen me since shortly after my final surgery. I was at the Farmers market with my girls and we ran into him and his wife. When I think back to that time I was in pretty rough shape. Fragile, pale and very slow movement, and perhaps he thought that's how I would remain. I had a walker at that time and a daughter on each side of me while I walked. Getting out and into a crowd was a big deal.
We finished our conversation but he never really got that look of amazement off his face. He finally smiled, patted my back and said, good for you.
Although slightly embarrassed by the attention, it felt good. It was a fantastic reminder for me who was having a bit of a bad week with a fall and consequently pain to go with it. I felt the glow of that reminder all evening. Sometimes we have to remember how for we have come to appreciate where we are. I do, I really, really do.