A wonderful man at the Memory Cafe was chastising me for depending on my husband for parking the car, for doing the things he says I can do. He told me to go to an empty car park and line up my own car with parking lines – to practice. How generous of him to encourage me. How considerate and sweet. I’m so grateful.
And as he was talking about lines, I was looking at the lines on his face and thinking about all the people he has loved and smiled at and worried over to make those lines. And I wondered why we as a culture don’t see these lines of love as beautiful. They are to me.