Once there was a woman, a single working mother, a stylish woman, wearing yellow shoes. A woman who after a long day at work couldn't get her car to start and she had to walk home. It began to rain. A car pulled alongside and a man's voice called out "Hey, yellow shoes! You need a ride?" This woman and this man are my Grandmother and Papa.
My grandparents didn't talk about the past much. My Papa especially was a man of few words. It wasn't until my college roommate asked them "How did you meet?" that I ever heard this story. I was delightfully surprised by it.
This story of a sweet beginning has come to mean many things to me over the years. It symbolizes the delight of the unexpected, the joy that can be found in a very ordinary day, the stories that bind families, and how a great pair of shoes can brighten your day.
Put on your yellow shoes and look for the delights in your life!
My grandparents didn't talk about the past much. My Papa especially was a man of few words. It wasn't until my college roommate asked them "How did you meet?" that I ever heard this story. I was delightfully surprised by it.
This story of a sweet beginning has come to mean many things to me over the years. It symbolizes the delight of the unexpected, the joy that can be found in a very ordinary day, the stories that bind families, and how a great pair of shoes can brighten your day.
Put on your yellow shoes and look for the delights in your life!
