Love is sharing your popcorn.

I had an epiphany today that made me smile and I thought I would share it.
Have you ever had a routine or a repetitive activity that you never really asked yourself why you do a certain thing? I have a pretty regular cadence of walking down the street, in the middle of the day, to pick up a bag of popcorn at a local sandwich shop. I used to frequent that sandwich place with coworkers several years ago, and their unique offering is that they bring a bowl of freshly popped popcorn to your table to share as you eat your sandwiches. But over the last year and a half I've only stopped by there to pick up a bag of freshly popped popcorn.
Today, as I was waiting in line there, I looked into the restaurant and notice an empty booth that sparked a memory in my head. My mom would ride the bus downtown a couple of times a week to transfer to a bus that would take her to work. In mid-transfer she would call me and ask if I wanted to join her for lunch. It was always a time of day, where I had already eaten, but I always made an effort to join her when I could. We would just sit in that booth, share stories and a bowl of popcorn as she ate her lunch. I'm so thankful that life sprinkles memories in our head based off of a smell or a vision. From now on, when I take that walk down the street to grab my bag of popcorn, I'm going to smile and remember all the sweet chats we had sitting in that little booth in the middle of the restaurant. I can picture her now, with a face that would light up as soon as you were in her sights. She made everyone feel so special. Love is definitely sharing your popcorn!