The Little Things Are The Big Things

...it's never being too old to hold hands

This past weekend, we decided to get take out from our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant about 5 minutes from home. As I walked out holding my bags of tacos, chile rellenos, and guacamole, I saw an elderly couple about to step up on the sidewalk and it was taking a little time to get up that short step. They were holding hands and he steadied her as she went.

I stopped and inquired how long they had been married. He replied "a long time...67 years". She added "we always hold hands, but since my stroke, I can't walk without him".  Then he said, with a grin on his face, "Besides, when we're in a store, if I let go of her hand, she shops!".

We exchanged a few words and went on our way. They didn't see the little tears in my eyes. They reminded me of a reading I sometimes use at weddings. It's called "The Art of Marriage" and the part I like is the first two lines:
                  "The little things are the big things. It's never being too old to hold hands".

I'll probably never see this couple again and I wish I had said more to them about how they brightened my day. Happy to say that Donna and I routinely hold hands when we're out together. We refer to little things like that as "old love".

Blessings,
Ken