Skipping

When was the last time you skipped? Was it when you were 10?

Tonight, as I was leaving the grocery store, I felt the urge to skip. It had been a long week, a long day, and we were getting a late start to making dinner.

I was wearing cowboy boots. And a dress.

I was pushing the cart.

There weren’t many people around…

And so I did.

I was full of glee. The sound of my boots hitting the pavement echoed across the near-empty parking lot.  The cool evening air breathed on my face, and I smiled. All of the stress of my work week–every care and worry–disappeared.

I turned back to look at my husband (don’t worry–I didn’t hit anything with my cart). He was smiling, too.

Skip a little. It’s the small things that make life fun.

-pp

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2 Responses to Skipping

  1. hb says:

    The last time I skipped… I tripped and fell on the cobblestones in the middle of the street!

  2. karen cline says:

    It’s fun to have fun when others who aren’t having fun can see you having fun….fun is GOOD!

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