Grocery shopping sits at the top of my I-don't-want-to-do-this-errand-but-will-only-because-I-have-to list. It's not the actual shopping that bothers me, but rather the constant necessary price comparison, the loading and unloading of the bags, and the inevitable cramming of items into the fridge that should've been cleaned out before I even went to the store.
Nope, not my cup of tea. Thankfully Josh enjoys it....or maybe he just fears going hungry so he just does it. Either way, LOVE that man. However, now that I'm home during the day much more, I decided to bite the bullet and shop for groceries the last month.
So one sunny day last week, Josiah and I hit the local supermarket. We shopped and chatted and purchased. As I took my receipt the pretty bagging lady mentioned what bad timing it was to be leaving at that time. Through the double doors I could see the rain coming down in sheets.
What happened to the sun? Why did I waste that ten minutes actually doing my hair this morning? Why hadn't I checked the forecast so I could be wearing rainboots instead of flats?
"Lovely", I muttered as I wheeled our cart towards the exit....and remembered that our car now sat in the farthest aisle in the nearly last parking space. Within seconds both Si and I (and the groceries) were soaked.
I was about to say "Sorry sweetie" when Josiah titled his head back and giggled. My one year old lifted his arms toward the sky and started "catching" the rain as he clapped his wet little hands.
And his mama joined him with a smile. The moment was a small, unexpected (albeit wet) gift unwrapped. A moment that could've been buried by the unexpected downpour or the rush of the day. I'm so thankful it wasn't.
Maybe grocery shopping isn't so bad after all...especially with a sweet boy along for the ride.
I recently found Emily at Chatting at the Sky. She is a lovely, witty fellow pastor's wife who takes fabulous photos and has an eye for fabulous home decor. If you're interested pop over to her place to read more Tuesday chats about unwrapping the gifts of everyday life.