The hazards of grocery stores close to home... Part 2

One evening on the way home from church Benjamin asked his mom to drop us off at the grocery store and so we could walk home. (Benjamin, his mom, his brother, and I go to church together to save gas.) We had been planning to go on a walk, but hadn't found the time yet, so...

We stepped inside the store to make a few purchases before beginning our walk. First on the list was rice... 20 pounds of rice (as much as we eat it, I thought it was a good bargain). My husband promptly asked me, "You do remember we are walking home and we have to carry it?" I nodded with far to much excitement over my inconvenient bargain. Next, grapes were on sale and my husband let me buy my favorite gluten-free (store-bought) cookies.

As we made our way home, we were barely out of the store parking lot when my husband decided I was moving rather slowly. Truly, I was rather a snail that night and of course I blamed it on the purse loaded with Bibles and notebooks and another bag with grapes and (yummy!!) cookies. I was also sore from some other activity and had no inclination to move quickly.

My dashing man humored me (because he loves me in spite of myself) and the result was quite a sight. He placed me on his shoulders, I balanced the bag of rice on his head, purse thrown over my shoulder, and the one grocery bag in one of his free hands.

I couldn't help but laugh, but I thought how special I was to be small enough and my husband not only tall, but also strong enough. Yes. I do have a keeper.