I love little old ladies. They make me smile.
(I wonder if I’ll love being one as much as I love interacting with them.)
Eyes of wisdom. Hands of work. Voices altered by time. Wisdom galore.
When I drive up to the local Wal-Mart and see vans from local “homes” parked out front, I’m thrilled. Yep, I’ll see plenty of white hair and red lipstick inside. All that wisdom and experience flying around the place, maybe some of it will wear off on me while I’m there.
I never ever miss a chance to chat with “my elders.”
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