Panic in Produce

I'm having total flashbacks. Last night, I rested in our leather recliner with a sick little Birdie sleeping on my chest; I could have sworn she was a little Beatle instead. I was taken back to those nights when I'd sit up with Beatle in Ft. Worth. I have to admit though, having insurance this time around took away a lot of the lonliness and anxiety I used to feel in that tiny apartment on those sleepless nights. I honest-to-goodness love those sweet, sick baby cuddles. There is nothing like it! Birdie's never been one to be rocked or held too terribly much so, although my heart went out for her, it was a little slice of heaven for me. She still seems a little needier today but her fever's gone down.

So, yesterday, I was on the phone with my sister doing a little wedding planning with her and grocery shopping for me when all of a sudden I caught sight of someone. My heart started pounding, I dove behind the pineapples and I almost shat in my pants...IT WAS BABY'S MOM! Luckily, I didn't have Baby like I did the week before at Wal-mart. This stuff is all new to me and I didn't know what to do--I was just totally freaking out! We've seen each other at court so we can recognize each other. I went and made my way to the check-out bravely with my scrappy sister still on the phone. I then started feeling this little tug on my heart and a voice saying "You forgot the Olive Oil, Oil, Oil..." Oh, and another one saying, "She's not a rabid animal. You should speak to her and get some perspective." So, knowing that I spit in the face of danger, Suzy let me off the phone after getting some contact information and a physical description of the suspect. And when I made my way back toward the olive oil, Baby's mom was alone coming in my direction. I spoke. She seemed hesitant. I was empathetic. She hung her head and both sets of eyes filled with tears. I never did get my olive oil but we met each other for awhile heart to heart, mother to mother outside of the freezer section. (Without giving her any of our personal contact information, Suzy!) I may sound naive to some but I'm rooting for her because I believe that God will never stop rooting for her.