This is the week. The week that we close on our new house. And quite honestly, I teared up in the grocery store the other day thinking about it. The grocery store! On the bread aisle, in fact. It's funny how you get attached in that way. There's a tall lady with short, thick, pretty blonde hair that speaks with a thick German accent and wears glasses whose name I do not know. But I really like her and she adores my kids. And when I was pregnant & worried, she reassured me that my littlest would not feel lost because he was born 5 years behind the others. She is the mother of the same gap and told me it was wonderful and that he would feel so much love. And I believed her as she bagged my groceries, and I still do.
The man and girl at the bank there know me and we chit chat and laugh. She's gone to my website and she loves my pictures. There's a woman who searched the entire store with me to find tahini so I could make hummus and we laughed about it and I spelled it for her about 15 times. And we never found it.
So I got teary because I'm a sentimental. And then, then, it was SO weird because as I walked through to pick out avocados & milk & pasta & crackers, EVERYONE smiled at me. One man and his son purposely swerved their cart in a serpentine fashion in front of me laughing like they were going to run into me.
A woman asked how I was doing while I grabbed some yogurt. Like we were friends that had run into one another. A sweet old man winked at me. And I was not teary or the least bit distraught looking at this point, mind you. That was just a moment on the bread aisle. I felt like a smile magnet. Haha!
I make my grocery store sound like a circus where they hand out balloons, and the floors are spotless, and jolly music plays, and everyone pays for each other's groceries with perfect hair and shiny bright white smiles. No, that's not it. But I like to be there, and I'm hoping my new grocery store will live up to it. I like to feel recognized in a place I go to often, and leave with a smile on my face. And every time I leave there, I do, regardless of how my children have chosen to behave. New grocery store: you have some shoes to fill.
The man and girl at the bank there know me and we chit chat and laugh. She's gone to my website and she loves my pictures. There's a woman who searched the entire store with me to find tahini so I could make hummus and we laughed about it and I spelled it for her about 15 times. And we never found it.
So I got teary because I'm a sentimental. And then, then, it was SO weird because as I walked through to pick out avocados & milk & pasta & crackers, EVERYONE smiled at me. One man and his son purposely swerved their cart in a serpentine fashion in front of me laughing like they were going to run into me.
A woman asked how I was doing while I grabbed some yogurt. Like we were friends that had run into one another. A sweet old man winked at me. And I was not teary or the least bit distraught looking at this point, mind you. That was just a moment on the bread aisle. I felt like a smile magnet. Haha!
I make my grocery store sound like a circus where they hand out balloons, and the floors are spotless, and jolly music plays, and everyone pays for each other's groceries with perfect hair and shiny bright white smiles. No, that's not it. But I like to be there, and I'm hoping my new grocery store will live up to it. I like to feel recognized in a place I go to often, and leave with a smile on my face. And every time I leave there, I do, regardless of how my children have chosen to behave. New grocery store: you have some shoes to fill.
7 comments:
...to buy a fresh pig, home again, home again jiggity jig. Good luck with the new place! I am way excited for ya.
Lindsay, I, too, enjoy our local grocery store; it is friendly and welcoming. We are so excited for you guys, and sad to see you leave! I am sure new awesome opportunities await you. By the way, I would be honored to make Brooklyn's Halloween costume. She will make the perfect Pocahontas!! Would you consider a trade? Let me know what works best for you. Call me or send me an email, so we can arrange a time for me to take some measurements & discuss exactly what you had in mind.
Where is your new grocery store going to be? Pray, TELL!!
It's amazing the things we get attached to, isn't it :)
Guess what?? The lady your talking with the blonde hair is the mom of a good friend of hosts his name is Omar he is a great kid! They are refugees from bosnia, she is so sweet! And really what's not to love about your kids! The wink it is because you are gorgeous!!!
Sorry! I meant Josh not hosts:-) ps I can't believe you are moving. But I am so happy for your family, you will be loved where ever you go! Let us know if you need help moving.
ok lady this is the part where I tell you that we need to keep in better contact. I feel like we are friends (who may only see each other once a year now) but I still love ya and so how in the world did I not know you were moving?! Where are you moving too? I am sad we missed the game night that got turned into the couples for once, but I had already made plans since I knew Kev would be gone. Please make Clay do another one, because I really wanna hang out with you guys again! :) Good luck with moving.
I can't wait to start seeing you at MY grocery store & Thursday afternoon dance-time chit chats :)
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