I have a soft spot for three things: Old people, pug puppies, and babies. Actually, I have a soft spot for cookie dough cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory...but maybe that's more of an obsession.
Last night, The Fiance, The Dicator and I were wating to cross a street to go to a resturant. As we were waiting for the light to turn green, this adorable white haired couple (age 80 and 85 at least) stopped me and asked if they could talk to The Dictator.
(It was really nice of them to ask, almost like asking, "Can I please pet your dog?")
"Of course," I said. "Don't worry. She doesn't bite. Well, not always." (OK, I didn't say that last part.)
This very eldery couple asked The Dictator her name and her age and The Dictator answered, "Rowan and I'm wearing green socks." I could tell that this elderly couple were enamoured with her. And that made me proud. And I was also proud of The Dictator for not calling them "poo poo heads" as she's been calling people lately.
Then I watched this elderly couple walk off, holding hands. It almost broke my heart. I said to The Fiance, "Look! They're holding hands! Isn't that so cute?" To see people that age (really, they looked to be almost 90) holding hands walking into the evening, made me feel good about life.
That's what I want. I want, in 50 years, to still be in love enough with my partner to hold hands walking down the street.