Waving

I am a waver. I wave at every car with a "local" sticker, regardless of whether I know the driver. I wave at people in the Post Office. I wave across restaurants and stores at friends. I wave through my windows at people I know who ride or walk by my house, even though I'm not sure whether they see me.

So the other day, when I saw my friend Mary Ellen raise her hand and wiggle her fingers for a whole block as she rode by my house, it warmed my heart. I knew I loved her for a reason!