Alegria para el mundo
I wish you could have seen her sweet face as she stood there in a driveway, not her own, her outstretched arms holding a freshly baked loaf of bread, still steaming in it's plastic bag. Her smile was angelic and her eyes clear and sparkling. I stopped mid run, sweaty from the unusual humidity and my unusually fast (for me) pace. "Joy to the world" I said. "So happy to see you" What are you doing here?" I knew this was not her house. I have gotten to know this beautiful lady on my runs. I usually meet her in the same place on my route and always stop to say hello. She walks with a fast purposeful gait, her walker in front of her. She says she doesn't need it but her husband, worried that she will fall, insists she take it. "I take it so he doesn't worry" she once told me. Some days she tells me she is 76 and other days she claims 83 years. I am not sure how old she really is and maybe she isn't either. It doesn't matter