I hate grocery shopping.
I hate making the list, I hate navigating the store, I hate loading the car, I hate bringing the groceries in the house, and I hate putting them away. When I have the kids with me, I hate it all even more.
The girls and I were in the canned vegetable aisle when we heard our song suddenly playing over the PA system.
All three of us starting singing. Katie was sitting in the front of the cart (she’s still small enough to do that, even at four years old) and Maddie was walking beside the cart. I stood, looking at the green bean choices. And we sang.
I had a dream so big and loud, I jumped so high I touched the clouds…
We were all smiling and Maddie glanced around to see if anyone was looking. I didn’t care. We were loud and it was fun.
I stretched my hands out to the sky, we danced with –
The song got interrupted by an employee announcement and, just like that, we were back to the mundane task of shopping. I pushed the cart past the green beans and into the land of pasta.
It was fun while it lasted though.