the other day we were having dinner with another
family, relaxing out in the cool summer air. The question came up about
the next day's plans and I mentioned that I wanted to go get cherries from the
farmer's market. As I spoke these words a little whisper came from my heart
that I would see my good friend there (a friend that I haven't seen for over a
year). This idea made me excited, I wanted to go even more.
The next morning rolled around and K came into our bed oh, so, early (okay, it was only 7:30 but still...). I didn't feel like heading out to the market any more. We rested for a few more minutes and then it hit me again—I was going to see my friend — I needed to get a move on in a gentle way.
Korbs and I rounded up our things and made our way out.
The morning was still peaceful and heading downtown at this hour is
one of my favorite journeys. We grabbed some coffee first and then off to
his oatmeal, stopping to talk to the salmon fishermen, to peek at all the
flowers, and to taste blueberries.
We found a little patch of grass to stop and snack. I still knew I wanted to see my friend, but there was so much more to enjoy as well. I let the whole idea of running into her escape me. I didn't want to spend the whole morning looking for her and forget to look at all that was right there in front of me.
Music was playing, kids were running around, so many people had come out to enjoy the sun and fresh food. K and I plotted our strategy to find our last few purchases and then make our way back home to papa. As I looked up to see which stalls were around us, I glimpsed my friend. Ha! Perfect!
