If you are a lifetime reader of my blog you might remember 15 or so (!!!) years ago I was in love with a beautiful boy named Austin who worked at my local Trader Joes. I remember trying to sneak pictures of him BEFORE phones had cameras in order to share with you. I remember the flutter in my heart whenever I saw he was working. The skip of my pulse when I'd get in his checkout line and he'd flash me that brown-eyed smile. How I'd fantasize about running my hands over his so smooth-looking tan skin. How I'd stand there school-girled knowing I probably could've been his mother had I gotten recess-pregnant, abortion-afraid. How he made my trips to Trader Joes an adventure and a highlight whenever he was there. Sigh.
And then he wasn't there.
And then he was forgotten.
Until today. When I pushed my cart into the shortest line at Trader Joes. Until this beautiful boy man greeted me hello with a brown-eyed smile and how I smiled back with my own. And I knew…