Today I dropped Braska off to hang out with her buddy Jack for a bit while I went to my final OB appointment. As I was driving through a residential area between point A and point B, I passed quite a few people walking, jogging, or just standing outside chatting with a neighbor. The weather was nice, and it always makes me smile to see people out just enjoying the simple things in life.
But one sight made my smile even wider. On the sidewalk, across from the high school, there was a silver-haired couple, apparently out for a walk. They were both dressed in burgundy shirts and jeans. As I approached around the curve, their position in relationship to each other caught my attention; he was facing the road, and she was facing the house nearby. I did a little double take as I realized there was a strange moving lump in the back of her shirt, just beneath the collar. He had his hand up high and inside her collar, scratching her back as she stood there on the sidewalk. It didn't take me long to pass by, and as I glanced in my rearview mirror, she turned around, they resumed their walk, and she looped her arm around his.
I found it sweet and real. I hope some little happening like that makes some stranger smile when I'm out for a walk with M on a spring day 30 years from now.
But one sight made my smile even wider. On the sidewalk, across from the high school, there was a silver-haired couple, apparently out for a walk. They were both dressed in burgundy shirts and jeans. As I approached around the curve, their position in relationship to each other caught my attention; he was facing the road, and she was facing the house nearby. I did a little double take as I realized there was a strange moving lump in the back of her shirt, just beneath the collar. He had his hand up high and inside her collar, scratching her back as she stood there on the sidewalk. It didn't take me long to pass by, and as I glanced in my rearview mirror, she turned around, they resumed their walk, and she looped her arm around his.
I found it sweet and real. I hope some little happening like that makes some stranger smile when I'm out for a walk with M on a spring day 30 years from now.
I suspect God sent you that sweet scene just to give you a smile today.
ReplyDeletePS- don't wait 30 years to scratch M's back :o)
This is such a sweet story - thanks for sharing and giving us one of those reminders of the things that really matter...
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna scratch Jan's back as soon as she gets home.....one couple in church had been married 62 years and still held hands during the sermon. "So nice," said their pew-mate. "It's the only way I can keep him from popping his knuckles," said the wife .....
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