I've been reading Dr. Seuss to the 7 kindergarten classrooms at Prince Elementary School helping with the transition from recess to classwork.
I hang out with the kids on the playground before then; there are hugs and there are Hi, Grandma!!'s and there are untied shoelaces. I believe that the Untying Fairy flies over the area and afflicts every other shoe in the vicinity.
I used to bend over and tie one and move on. Lately, now that the kindergarteners and I have bonded over Horton hatching that egg, I've had to sit on the ground. There are too many to do in a crouch... even when I could crouch with comfort.
And there I was on Friday, looking at untied and too long laces and knotted laces and soaking wet laces and muddy laces when I noticed a pair of grey shoes, laces loosely but securely tied. I watched from the corner of my eye as one shoe, slowly and stealthily, tugged on the longer end of the other shoe's lace, untying it.
It took a while, but that lace ended up in the Bring me that shoelace! brigade surrounding me.
Who knew that tying shoelaces would be a thing? Love shows up in the most unexpected places, sometimes.