Down in Chicago, my sister and I checked into a hotel for a few hours. There was a gentleman who assisted us at the front desk. Not only did he let us check in early, but he gave us a room on the top floor – just for kicks. Plus, it kept us away from the racket of a basketball team staying on lower floors. He deserves recognition for being amazing at his job. I don’t doubt he truly enjoys himself. I wish we all had the same joy and enthusiasm as he.
Anyway, our room was on the 26th floor. It came with free elevator rides. (Did I mention he’s funny too?)
May you find joy in the little things,