LOVE

I was finally getting a much-needed pedicure that I had put off for weeks. It’s a one hour “respite from the storm of fabulous energy” I live in. All the girls greet me with a chorus of “Hi Dee!” when I walk through the door. I was sitting there, getting my favorite part – a leg massage – when three people walked in: an elderly woman who had obviously had a stroke or was suffering some kind of perhaps dementia, a young man who seemed to be her caregiver, and a man who appeared to be her son, who was attending to her every need. He touched her face gently, and looked into her eyes and got her to smile. He held her hand as she got her toes pampered.

The love between them was palpable. And it wasn’t out of any duty, but a genuine adoration for who she was. I couldn’t help myself. I asked across the aisle, “What’s your relationship?” The man looked over at me and beamed, “She’s my wife,” he said. God, I thought maybe she was his mother. “We’ve been together since high school, ” he beamed again. “How long is that?” I asked. “Sixty-four years,” he said proudly. I was dumbstruck. He appeared to be IN his early sixties. I sat and watched him coddle her, reassure her, comfort her and… just love her. It touched me beyond words. I had had an unusually rough day as days go for me, and this was a true gift.

I got up to leave, and went over to them. “I just want to tell you,” I said with a catch in my voice, “That witnessing your love was the high point of my day. Thank you.” He looked at me, grabbed her frail hand again, and whispered “thank you.”

You don’t have to look very far to find love. But you have to be willing to see it. Choose to see it everywhere in your life!

Blessings,

DEE