I recently purchased a coconut. The cashier raised an eyebrow as she scanned it. "You're the first person I've ever had come through my line with one of these," she commented.
"Well," I tilted my head, considering. "I think this might actually be the first time I've ever bought one. Or, if not, it's been many years. And I don't even know what possessed me to do it. I just saw it there and, on a whim, put it in my cart."
Maybe it just seemed the fitting thing to do--try something new and different--when so many things in life are currently new and different.
We've had a wedding after all (pictures to come). And have I even posted here that we have another one on the horizon? Goldie and Wyatt are now engaged.
She's even found her wedding dress! (Though how she wants to celebrate her wedding day is less certain. Something small and simple [and us giving her money we might have used for a reception to be used for school]? The more traditional, Utah style of reception full of congratulating ward members? All still TBD.
(Note, for those interested: the coconut experience was novel and fun for the kids. They liked Mike getting his drill out to make a hole in the coconut. They liked pouring the coconut milk into a cup. They liked hammering the coconut open. But when it came to ingesting it, most drifted away. I think raw coconut is rather good, but one can only eat so much of it all on their own.)
2 comments:
Ha! Could I make a church talk out of this coconut experience? Yes, I think I could.
How fun for Goldie to have her dress all picked out!
I keep bringing up how much church talk material our farm animals keep giving us. I’m glad to have my eyes opened to other facets of life that might also fit the bill!
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