I parked the car and saw them sitting at the middle table nearest to the window. Olivia had just gotten her hair cut, Francine was along for the ride (there was no way she was going to miss anything) and we were at our usual post haircut spot… Noodles (don’t ask me why or how but for whatever reason it has become a post haircut tradition).
Sitting at the middle table was a slicked back silver haired grandfather and a 12 something, skeleton embellished black and white striped fuzzy lined knit capped wearing teenaged boy. “HUH! That’s an odd looking pair. I bet that 12 year old can’t wait until that meal is over,” I thought judging by what I saw.
My daughters and I ordered our food. They got their drinks from their favorite touch a thousand buttons to get to their drink with goofy flavors machine.
“I want ice in mine!” Francine requested as she tip toed to reach the ice button. “I can do it myself Momma!” She smiled reminding me as I lifted her to reach the buttons.
“I don’t want ice in mine,” Olivia declared.
“Ok,” I smiled hovering my hand under Francine’s cup hoping she wouldn’t spill, while trying not to interfere with her independence and glancing back at Olivia making sure she didn’t overflow her cup.
We found a table and sat down. As we waited for our food to come we stated to talk. I asked them what was new with them. How was school on Friday? One question lead to talking that led to another question and more talking…The flood gates had suddenly been open. Continue reading “The Importance of Time”