I went to the grocery store really early this morning as I wanted to get the ingredients to make chili and cornbread for tonight to celebrate the burst of cold weather we are having. The store was pretty much empty of shoppers with a few exceptions including these two ladies. When I think of the adjective precious I think of many things, as you know, for you know that I love to use that description often. I think it applies to so much in life. Well the three of us kept crossing paths as we meandered up and down the aisles and I couldn't help noting the caring tenderness they had for each other. It was just so sweet. From their conversation I figured out they were sisters and while one was older than the other, I noted they had the same eyes and nose. They each kept their compact pocketbooks on the grocery cart's seat and as they walked side by side, they each kept one of their hands on the cart's handle. They had one list written in pencil and talked about the meal they were making tonight. They were so lady-like as they made their selections. Me being me, of course I can't just pick out my own items without taking it all in - wondering if my sister and I will still be able to shop together and have these kind of moments at that age and wondering about the ladies and their families and thinking about all of the things they have lived. Side by side they shopped. And while they were focused on their task at hand, they giggled a bit over what I am sure was a sister thing.
And yes, they were precious.