This morning I was riding the bus and sitting next to a cute guy. Of course, at 7:45am on the bus no one really talks to anyone and so I kept knitting and he kept looking down at his show and everyone else kept doing their individual morning bus action. The bus was very quiet except for squeaky brakes and a cough here and there.

But at the next stop, three adorable little girl tumble onto the bus, oblivious to the individualized solitude of morning bus riders. The first little girl stopped and looked down the length of the bus as if she had never been on one (or perhaps it was just the austerity or seriousness of the people) and with a huge open face and wonderfully loud girly voice said, "WOW"!

I couldn't help but smile and chuckle. Neither could the relatively attractive guy I was sitting with. But no one else on the bus broke their self involved silence. We two in our seat laughed a little more for being the only ones to have broken free of the monkish morning bus persona. We kept watching the little girls interact with each other and bounce from one side of the bus to the other figuring out their seating arrangments (very important to 2 year olds!!). One of the girls was carrying the lunches in a little wicker basket. She belonged on a hallmark card that says something about sunny skies and being happy. She continually would call for her older sister to come sit next to her, but the sister was playing the "I'm too old for you" game and finally the grandmother sat down next to the little one in order to make her stop asking.

The guy next to me made some comments about how cute they were and about the politics going on with the big and little sisters. It was lovely to talk to someone on the bus whom you shared laughter with. As we got off the bus at my stop we chatted a little more. He asked me what I was knitting and I told him about London. Time was getting short and I had to get to work and then there was an awkward "Have a nice day!" And I was off walking down the street.

But I was joyful. If those girls hadn't broken me out of my morning bus blindness I might of had a mediocre morning. But instead, I walked to work with a bounce in my step and a bit of a blush left over from meeting someone and sharing something nice on the bus.

How Great!