True Love


I had some errands to run today. It is nice and sunny and I believe the temperature is 41 degrees. Even living in a small town, the streets are busy with cars pulling into restaurants, getting groceries or washing their cars.

While I was at the grocery store I noticed a man hanging around this gal who was my check-out gal. After completing paying my bill, I said to her, ” This guy must know you or you have a stalker on your hands.”

She and I both laughed and the gentleman stepped up and said. ” I am her stalker. I stalked her until she finally said yes, she would go out with me. Then I stalked her all through our dating until she said yes, to my marriage proposal.”

All three of us laughed and then he said, ” Now we are happily married and I am responsible for that.” I looked in the direction he was pointing and noticed the clerk, his wife, was expecting. He reached over and patted her belly and I could see clearly that these two were crazy about each other.

I congratulated them and went on my way. I smiled as I remembered the days of past when I was in love and expecting my first child. Now that I am almost considered a Senior Citizen, I would love to still feel those butterflies in my stomach once again.

When I arrived home, I took my groceries in the house. After the last bag had been taken out of the car I heard a plane. I grabbed my camera and took a photo. It reminded me not to give up on life or love. The white, visible line is similar to our lives. It just keeps moving on, making new marks in the world.

plane line

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