The woman in the red coat.

Tonight I took my girl to Chick-fil-A despite the fact that we had leftovers at home. We shared a 12 piece nugget and French fries and "talked" and practiced pointing to the letters on her placemat. "A, O, B" are her go to choices. An old lady came up and told me how beautiful my girl was. I smiled and said thank you and told her I certainly thought so, but I'm biased. The woman wore a beautiful red coat and made a comment about how silly it was that she needed it in April. Her hair was curly and white. Her eyes were warm and her tone was steady and strong. She asked me about the placemat and thought it was wonderful that Chick-fil-A provides those. She told me again that my girl was precious, and she told me how blessed I am to have her. We talked long enough that her husband came over and said "I'm going to the car." She rolled her eyes and said "o, he's given up on me!" With her red coat and classy vibe she had already reminded me of my nanny, but with that comment she sealed the deal. I told her she had blessed my night by reminding me of my grandmother. I told her I lost her unexpectedly and desire so often to hear her tell me how precious my girl is so hearing a woman that reminded me of her say it was definitely a sweet treat. She asked me more about Nanny which I appreciated. She sat down in our booth. She listened to me with interest and wasn't rushing or doing it just to be polite. Turns out she worked in poultry for years, just like my pawpaw, and knew him but hadn't heard that he'd died. She was sweet to say the least. Before she walked away she asked me if I ever watch "that 'My 600 pound life?'" I cackled because I love to grab 2-3 snacks and then sit down and watch that show. Another area where she reminded me so much of "Grade." (That's what my family and I call my nanny a lot, or more so what we call each other when one of us reminds us of our nanny. "Grade" because her name was Gradye.) I thoroughly enjoyed meeting and talking with her and would have loved to have talked for a while longer. It was nice to feel a bit similar to how I used to feel talking to Nan, and it's always nice to hear people talk about how great my pawpaw was. My heart healed a little bit tonight talking to an 80 year old lady named Joanna who wore a nice coat to Chick-fil-A and used the word precious to describe my daughter. Just like Nan used to.