Beautiful moments are truly a privilege to witness. They can be small, such as an unexpected smile from a stranger, or large, like a wedding or a sunrise.
On my walk home today I saw a little group of three individuals so clearly devoted to one another that I took a moment to stop and stare.
I hope when I am old and frail, my children will be as patient with me as this couple was with their ancient, decrepit dog. It must have taken them ten minutes to walk one block, but there they were, taking their dog to the park.
The dog must have been severely arthritic and could barely bend its legs, but he was out there, sniffing at the tree boxes.
The whole scene reminded me of watching a son or daughter walk with their very elderly parent. It was sweet and beautiful to see.
In other news, I am jetting off to Los Angeles for the week. Hellooo sunshine and beaches. And apparently a lot of tattoos? That came from my mother so I'll take it with a grain (or two) of salt.
The monument. Because I can.
These shoes were made for walking.
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