#2,228 Morning Friends + First.
A few times every week I go spend some of my morning visiting Mammaw at her nursing center. In the front lobby is the welcome wagon, a group of seniors who treat this lobby like their clubhouse, hanging out, laughing, playing board games. I was so happy to see my friends there this morning. There is Mr. Kitchens who is not a resident but comes before the sun rises to spend the day holding his wife’s hand until it’s time for bed, Mr. Homer who sweetly picks on me about my ripped jeans, Mrs. Faye, holding court visiting with her friends, and so many others who light up with each person who walks through the door. It’s a special ritual in my week, seeing these good people. I hope I can do it for a long while yet.
Then tonight at the Chinese buffet (twice this week, I KNOW), a crazy crazy thing happened. A girl named Summer asked us for our autographs on a crumpled up store receipt then asked for a picture! This has definitely never happened before. Is this real life?
I hope you don’t have to return anything on that receipt, Summer!