Little Things Mean a Lot

It goes without saying that I am a hopeless romantic and always have been. Hearing about wedding anniversaries of fifty, sixty and even seventy years can turn my heart to mush. Likewise, stories of couples meeting, falling in love and marrying in their eighties and nineties makes my heart even mushier. I’ve been told that in both types of these relationships it’s the little things that matter. Here is a song from 1953 that says it all, but besides the romanticism of the song, it speaks of the need for the human touch which many of us are lacking at this time. Happy Saturday.

A Sight for Sore Eyes

The scene was a red light in front of me and cars all around me. My eyes felt sore and sleepy from the exhaust of so many idling vehicles in such close proximity to mine.

Fingers impatiently tapping the steering wheel in anticipation of the light change, my peripheral vision picked up a couple slowly moving towards the curb. They had the green light. They looked ancient but were only elderly…and they were holding hands. I could see the old man’s lips moving, but obviously, could not hear his words. It was apparent that the light was going to change before they had a chance to cross the busy street. He let go of his wife’s hand and moved towards the light standard to push the button that would give them access to another green light, but of course, would have to wait a few minutes for that to happen.

Even though traffic had begun to move, and I now had the green light, my eyes lingered on the couple as he moved back to his lady’s side and once again held her hand.

That is one of my absolute favorite things in life, watching the elderly holding hands. It is comforting, uplifting, and a sight for sore eyes.

“Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.” Psalm 73:23