For a season, I hated grocery shopping. Actually a couple different seasons.
I hated it after Noah died.
I hated it when we were near bankruptcy.
I hated it when I felt fat or didn't like myself, but would shop because I had to provide food for my family.
Now I don't hate it.
I kind of like it.
In fact, I really, really like it because I do it with this guy:
"Hooo hooo, ha ha?"
"Yes, Lover, those are bananas."
And he smiles so proudly at himself, and claps his hands in pure joy.
And I smile at myself, because my shopping cart is full.