Mrs. Patience. Again.

She is so sweet. Moves swiftly back and forth in the kitchen, washing salad leaves, cooking pasta, laying the table while making babbling noises to her crawling son. At the same time she talks and smiles to me who is neither helping with food nor baby. Instead I have approached her with this mega huge gigantic heavy lens, borrowed or possibly bought :-) from my youngest son. I ask her, do you mind?

She just continues washing green leaves, drains pasta, babbles with her son, pulls dishes from the cupboard, talks to me. And of course smiles. Again.