The YMCA cafeteria was filled with chatter as I was talking with a ministry leader of a large church in California. She asked about my book and I pulled a copy from my tote. While extracting the book I looked up to see a fellow author smiling and giving me the sign language hand signal, I love you.
I stared a bit too long at her. My memory bank searched for how to put my fingers together like hers to say the same thing. My hand now in the air, I extended my index and little finger while holding the middle and ring finger down with my thumb. Not because I meant to do it this way but simply because I’m Smitty’s kid and uncoordinated. Yes, that’s right, I returned the rocker sign to her which has all sorts of meanings. Some even being offensive in many cultures.
Great Dawna. Way to make a new friend.
Distracted by the commotion, I quickly looked away not catching her response. I can only imagine her thoughts.
I am such a goofball.
And that’s okay.
This morning I am spending time practicing the I love you hand signal in the mirror and only got it wrong three out of ten times. I think I can do this.