Sitting at a cafe with a steaming cup of coffee, I just watched an elderly couple enter, shuffling through the doors. The old man waited for his wife as she headed to the bathroom. His smile sort of faded while he waited, though his eyes continued to shine. Then, everything about his face and the way he stood became a little brighter as she exited the bathroom and walked towards him. He turned and as they walked out the door together, she wrapped her hand in his.
80 years old and still in love. That’s how everyone should be, I hope.
And yet, all I could think was: I hope she washed her hands…
