Tell me the truth. .
have I changed?
Yesterday I went to the fabric store to find a few more items for the little coats.
As I stood in the line to pay .
the lady in front of me looked so familiar. .
from the side and the back.
Not the face. .
I hadn't seen that yet.
I had to ask. .
so I said. .
"Excuse me. .did you teach Foods 9?"
She turned around and said. ."yes. .for one semester in 1974".
I said. .."you taught me."
Thirty-seven years ago.
Mrs. Smith must have been fresh out of university at that time because she still looks amazing.
OH how I wished I had asked if she would pose with me for a picture.
Wouldn't you have loved that?
She couldn't seem to place me. .
so I name dropped.
I said. . "well. .do you remember Shirley (bottom row ..second from the left) and Elsie?"
Yes. .she did . .
I'm not actually surprised. Those girls were pretty. .had fun. .and were funny.
While I was plopping little buns on my cookie sheet. .those two were juggling their dough.
I was one of that three some.
Our threesome also had English nine together and that was where I met my beloved.
Our English teacher had been injured in a car crash and our class found itself bounced from one substitute teach to another and we spent more time visiting that year than English assignments.
I have always considered that wasted time in class well spent.
Early in spring. .
I invited my beloved to join us for lunch in the middle of the soccer field.
He came. .and the rest is history.
back to Mrs. Smith.
It was wonderful to see her.
I shared about Mennonite Girls Can Cook.
I wished I had been able to give her a book right then and there. .
but I didn't have one in the car.
I gave her one of our cards. .
and she promised to check our blog.
I was thrilled.
Mrs. Smith ..was another link in my love of cooking.
We might not always remember every life we touch. .
but maybe what matters most is not knowing we've touched a life.
but living in such a way. .
that we just might.