tonight, i worked at the theatre and got to watch a broadway show for free.
it was cool and all, but the best thing that i saw happened to not be on the stage at all...
a very old man (you know, one of those cute ones, all dressed up in his suit) was sitting next to me, and as we got into the show a bit of the way through, he so sweetly reached over and took his wife's hand in his.
it's something so simple, and i mean, walking around campus, you see kids walking around holding hands all the time, but it was just so golden to see this 70+ year old man make that gesture... after so many years with that one woman, letting her know that she was his, that she was special, that she was important to him in that moment. what a difference 50 years can make in the meaning of a simple gesture, right?
so i don't really know the moral of this anecdote... maybe, i want that kind of interaction in my 70s, and maybe, never stop holding hands with the one(s) you love.
love that! the other day, i was at a restaurant and the couple next to our table were holding hands the whole time. just sat there and talked real close. it was so precious. completely know what you mean here!
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