I think I’m the lucky one
In the grocery story recently, the girls were walking merrily along beside me, holding onto the cart and kind of singing and skipping as they went. They weren’t loud or all over the place by any means, just happy, and everybody smiled when they saw them.
One lady went so far as to say to me, “They’re so lucky.” as she passed by. I’m not exactly sure what she meant by that. She was clearly pleased, but why are they lucky? Because they’re happy? Because they’re kids and they get to be carefree?
I don’t know, but it made me smile anyway.
Don’t get the wrong impression–not ALL of our trips to the store look like this. Just a few weeks ago I pushed a cart full of two sad, crying little girls on top of a heavy load of groceries out of the store–upset over who got to carry the tortillas or something.
But generally shopping with them is pretty enjoyable. Though lately Sarah’s been opting to stay home from shopping trips (one of the many, many perks to having a husband working from home)–too engrossed in play or dancing to stop for what used to be the ever-exciting outing with mom. And shopping with one child, no matter which one it is, is always fun. I’d prefer that to going alone, even. But I don’t like shopping. (Of any variety.) So if I have to do it, I prefer to at least have company.
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