waiting, waiting, wishing the cashier would ring up the items for that poor lady a little faster... for all of our sakes. Couldn't he see that the new mom's 2 week old baby was on the verge of a meltdown... wait for it... okay, MELTDOWN! Is there anything more unnerving than the cry of a newborn?
I watched the frazzled, exhausted new mom frantically cram her wallet into her tussled diaper bag and rush toward the exit door without her newly purchased Target treasures, only to tromp back apologetically whimpering something about needing a brain adjustment. I felt her agony all too keenly... too personally.
It was then that I heard the elderly lady behind me sniffle. I turned around as she said, "Oh, I remember those days. Oh, I miss those days. They come and then they're gone." I paused, looked down at the bleary eyed red head sitting so patiently in my cart, 2 minutes from his own "I need a nap" meltdown. I stopped and kissed him all over his little head until he grabbed my face and gave me his "Bundle Kiss". The cashier chuckled at my slobbery face and the new friend behind me said, "You make sure you treasure every one of those." Oh, I will.