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The New ‘Alone’

It felt like I was grocery shopping alone.

No one was pouncing on the bell peppers, or dangling off the front of the cart slapping everything within reach of his right hand.  No one was sniffing the gum packets at the check out, or wandering off toward the frozen food.

No one was actively turning my hair gray because…

the only child with me was reading in the back of the cart–quiet as a dog hair landing on our dining room table.

For a moment I stopped our cart in the chicken aisle and thought I even heard the music playing in the store.

It was beautiful.  Fred Meyer.  One kid.

I heartily recommend this to myself.


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