Flying home today, from SLC, I sat next to the sweetest retired couple, who were returning from a tour group visit to Yellowstone National Park. As they spoke, I learned they were from extreme upstate New York, just a few miles from the Canadian border, and that they took a trip a year. Next year, they are planning a group trip to Spain and Portugal.
I noticed the woman kept her arm gently, but purposefully resting on her husbands arm. I'm guessing they were in their mid to late 70s. When we stood up to exit the plane, I noticed they were both about the same height, and I watched him help her to her feet and pass her the walking cane she'd brought aboard.
They seemed to be such a natural fit with one another.
I'm just feeling a bit sentimental today. And thankful for love.
I hope that Dan and I get to take senior tours together some day.