a love story...

you never quite know when life will swoop in and leave a little imprint...i am always glad when it does though, it leaves me better, satisfied, fulfilled...today my sister and i took our grandmother out for a pedicure...it was grand and i was well overdue...there really is nothing better than a little pampering here and there and time out with family. about half way through our girls day out, an older gentleman walked in with his wife...he was rougher, a biker in his day...time had touched her far harsher than him. he wheeled her in and placed her at the manicure table and then walked over to get a pedicure for himself, and i couldn't help but smile, because there is nothing cuter than a man who grabs a hold of the good things in life. his wife had a harder time with her words and could barely hold herself upright, and i wondered what had happened, had she always been this way? we girls kept up our conversation...and soon this gentleman worked his way into it...he was graceful about it and had quite a sense of humor about him and then his wife came up, who had had a brain aneurysm a few years back and laid in a coma for six months, while this rough biker of a husband sat by her bedside and prayed for her to come back to him...and she did. she had lost her memory, she was angry, and had to learn how to do most everything all over again...but he stood by her, and time softened this man into one wonderful husband...who taught his wife who she was, how to speak again and is currently teaching her how to walk again. he remodeled the house because she kept falling on the tile floors and he does all of the housework for her, because she can't any longer...and as i sat and listened to this man who needed an ear to be lent...i couldn't help but smile inside, because through all of this...was one amazing love story.

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cheers to a life worth living.