Today as I was walking through a parking lot I passed an elderly couple. The man was a few steps ahead of his wife and he hadn’t realized that she had stopped to take something out of her shoe. I was passing him, but he obviously thought I was his wife. He didn’t look at me but started talking.
He told her (me) to tread carefully around a section and ended it off with “my darling.” I realized that he thought I was his wife, (you know how that happens sometimes) but instead of saying something I just left him to carry on talking. Why? Well because he was talking to her (me now) so sweetly and I especially liked the amount of times he used the word “darling.” Then he stopped looked at me and smiled, his wife also saw what happened. What a lovely couple. They both laughed and she said she sees he can still hold a younger woman’s attention. How sweet it was.
I suppose I stole a few sweet words that were meant for her for myself, just for a few seconds…but it was worth hearing gentle words from a gentle voice. It was little medicine for my soul today.