A woman I didn’t know, about my age, was sitting in the back by herself before the start of the women’s meeting at church today, so I picked myself up and moved over there. There’s enough aloneness in this world; this moment, I could do something about.
You’re Katie’s mom, aren’t you? I asked her.
Yes! She brightened. We chatted a little. This was her third grandchild, eleven days old now, she’d come to help out.
(Someday I will get into the baby knitting thing and I know if I do I will never stop, but we’re not there yet.)Â I asked where she was visiting from, and when she said Cincinnati, I asked if she knew Gary M…?
(Right. What are the chances.)
“Well YEAH!” She looked at me in delight and explained how she and her husband knew him.
I told her, very pleased, “My husband’s cousin” –not adding in all the details like how Gary and his siblings and my husband and I had gotten to know each other better going to college together, etc etc.
And yet again the world shrinks down to people size.