This Friday, on our way back from my 4 year old's music class we stopped to buy Valentine's card for my husband. I was at the counter for a long while because none of the cards seemed good enough (yep! I actually have that good a husband).
There were so many women who came, picked out their cards and went their ways, except an older woman. We had spent the past hour picking and rejecting the same cards. Finally, I turned to my son telling him that maybe I should hand paint the card for daddy. She now looked at me as we were struggling with the stroller, and said: "I know the feeling, I have one of those as well...and I cannot to this day believe that he chose me". I was all smiles and if I were alone I would have invited her for a cup of coffee to hear all about their story. I actually regret not having done that. By the looks of it, she must have been a retired professor, definitely academia (actually not too many points for guessing that, I live in a university town), and I couldn't help but notice, how she seemed an older me.
I told her to look for cards in the newly-wed section, she smiled. I knew, she knew.
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