My husband took me to a cute little bakery downtown for lunch.
While we were looking at the goofy little paper that was sat on the counter behind us, I looked up.
I saw an elderly couple sitting across the room. They caught my eye as most elderly couples do. I watched them for a minute.
Unbeknownst to my husband who was still reading me silly jokes from the paper.
The tiny frame of a man stood up to pay for their meal. His wife gathering her purse, sweater, and straightening their table.
He returned to his wife, stood behind her chair, put one small arm under hers and helped his wife to her feet.
She looked back at him with the kindest eyes I have ever seen.
Years of hard work, worry, children, carpool, suppers, graduations, had taken a toll on their bodies, but not their love.
Her body didn't work like it used to and she could have grimaced.
She could have told her husband how much she hurt.
She could have huffed and walked out with her husband behind her.
She smiled. Not just with her lips. With her soul.
At a man who had stood by her for years. And still helps her up from a table. Who still takes her to lunch. Who still treats her with kindness.
Years of marriage seems to wear us down. We don't laugh the way we used to. We don't hug the way we used to.
That's okay. As long as we take after that little couple in the bakery today. And look at each other with deep love and appreciation. Even after years of joy and hardship.
That we smile with our soul.
Wrap your arms around your spouse tonight, some are without theirs. Taken far too soon. Or just not given quite long enough.
Love and Laughter,