Showing posts with label Memorable moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorable moment. Show all posts
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sweet Sentiment
Isaac and I had a lovely day at the farmer's market last week. After some serious taste-testing (me, not Isaac) we walked away with a homemade coconut barbecue sauce and a loaf of cranberry walnut bread.
Side note: We would have also had some vegetables (since that's the whole reason I go to the farmer's market) but I ran out of money. Unfortunately I didn't realize this until I had already chosen the perfect trays of veggies and the nice man had dumped them into a bag for me. When he said they accept checks, I was relieved. Until I noticed that I had used my last check a few days ago! I felt like a bit of an idiot. I guess I was REALLY not meant to eat any vegetables from his stand that week!
After leaving the farmer's market, we walked down the street to the local grocery store to get some dish soap. (You go through a lot of dish soap when you wash 40,000 bottles a day) Behind me in the checkout line was a rough-looking sort of man. He had the kind of facial hair you don't plan, but just get from just not shaving for a long time. He had on a dirty flannel shirt and sweat-stained hat. He was buying cigarettes and chewing tobacco. He glanced over at Isaac in his stroller and you could just see him melt. He said "Ohhhh, how old?" I said, "Two weeks today." He smiled and kept gazing adoringly at my little sleeping son. Then he said, "Remember this feeling."
Amen to that.
Side note: We would have also had some vegetables (since that's the whole reason I go to the farmer's market) but I ran out of money. Unfortunately I didn't realize this until I had already chosen the perfect trays of veggies and the nice man had dumped them into a bag for me. When he said they accept checks, I was relieved. Until I noticed that I had used my last check a few days ago! I felt like a bit of an idiot. I guess I was REALLY not meant to eat any vegetables from his stand that week!
After leaving the farmer's market, we walked down the street to the local grocery store to get some dish soap. (You go through a lot of dish soap when you wash 40,000 bottles a day) Behind me in the checkout line was a rough-looking sort of man. He had the kind of facial hair you don't plan, but just get from just not shaving for a long time. He had on a dirty flannel shirt and sweat-stained hat. He was buying cigarettes and chewing tobacco. He glanced over at Isaac in his stroller and you could just see him melt. He said "Ohhhh, how old?" I said, "Two weeks today." He smiled and kept gazing adoringly at my little sleeping son. Then he said, "Remember this feeling."
Amen to that.
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