If only

It's beautiful, eh?

I have grown to appreciate older couples. I watch for signs of endearing affection, a pat on the rump or a shaky hand smoothing hair back from the other's face. I like to imagine I can read those faces. The fine lines drawn over the many years shared. Deep laugh lines from the joy, furrows in their brows from heartache and despair, but warm eyes that still glow as they see the person that has shared the journey...for better or for worse.

The steps maybe slower and shorter, but they are in sync. I know their journey could not have been easy and that from time to time each had to have pushed their pride aside in order to move forward. I am grateful for their example.

I'm not sure where this path leads, but it seems to be going up.