The little girl turned the corner and exclaimed, "Look mom. Isn't this backpack bee-oo-tee-ful!? IT'S THE ONE!"
I was in the school supply section in my local Target. Not only was this little girl wearing a pretty pink backpack dotted with little ponies, but an ear to ear grin as she communicated to her mom that she had found the perfect backpack for the new school year. It melted my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
Years of memories flooded my senses. How many times had I visited this section of the store at the beginning of each school year? With checklist in hand, I and my two eager soon-to-be students would scour each shelf and rack for every item on the list, plus more.
Danielle always found more than what was required. From a very early age, she had a love of pens and folders and highlighters and notebooks and everything the school supplies aisles could hold. She still has it today. She can't leave a store of this sort without oohing over the pencils and aahing over the pens.
As I watched all the mothers with their lists and a multitude of kids loading up on Hannah Montana folders or Transformers notebooks, I relived my time in those seasonal aisles with fond memories but was also grateful for the fact that my time there was over and done.
That was Thursday. Today Danielle and I ran to Target for some birthday gifts. After picking up our items in the electronics department and browsing through purses and clothing, Danielle says, "let's go back to school supplies."
And we did.