Today was a lovely day, even though it was a little warm.  My husband and I had lunch out on this Tuesday.  It is something special we enjoy doing; perhaps a little too much.  None the less, it was a great time. Today, there seemed to be more senior citizens and more children than usual.

Our table was catty-cornered, which gave me a panorama view of the dining room. This is a story about what my eyes saw, my ears heard, and my heart felt.

A older mother, father, and a teenage girl in a wheelchair sat next to us. The genuine love they had for their daughter was so beautiful. Her mother gently pushed back a wandering piece of hair, smiling at her daughter. She held that smile for a bit. Father told her how pretty she looked. Together, they ordered her lunch.  The tenderness in their voices, not only to their daughter but to each other was refreshing. When their food arrived, her father cut everything in small pieces then with his pointer finger, gently touched her nose, bringing laughter all around.  What a beautiful family.

Across the room, my ears heard gentleman telling his waitress that they were waiting for a few more. Taking a sip from my ice tea, I saw an elderly couple walk slowly to the table. Those waiting stood up and hugged and kissed those who arrived.  Family or friends, there was love all around.

Somewhere in the dining room, there was a child that was not happy. He protested everything until his food came. Then, he was one happy camper. My ears could hear his unhappiness, which turned into content, bringing back memories of my own children when they were his age.

Soon we finished our lunch, got our check, and walked up to the cashier. As my husband paid, I turned and gazed at the folks eating their food, talking, laughing,  getting their checks, then getting up, some hugging and some thanking the person who treated them to lunch.

Today was a fantastic day all the way around. Touch my heart kind of day.  A day filled my senses to the brim. A day filled with love.




Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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