Yesterday afternoon Nana and I were shopping at Dill*rds. We had just finished paying for Nana's purchases. I watched as two older women (probably in their early 70's) walked toward us followed by a young woman (late teens or early 20's) with Downs. She had short dark hair, dressed nicely in slacks and a sweater, wearing glasses. As she walked by I lightly touched her shoulder and said, "Your sweater is very beautiful."
She continued on by and then turned around to come back..."Momma, did you hear that? My sweater is beautiful!" She walks back toward us with her arm outstretched toward Nana sitting in the wheelchair. "My sweater is beautiful," she says again as she grasps Nana's gnarled hand.
"Yes, it is. What is your name?" inquires Nana.
"Jennifer!" she beamed.
"What a pretty name. My very best friend when I was a little girl was named Jennifer," I said.
"She was nice?" asked Jennifer.
"Very nice," I laughed.
We part ways, Jennifer returning to her Momma and Nana and I leaving the petite department. I push Nana just a short way and notice she is crying, flooded with memories from the past.
I smile, pondering on how good the Lord is!