A bearded man, with a smile on his face, lovingly held the hand of a little dark-haired boy. I saw them through the passenger side window of my car as it edged in traffic toward a stop light.
(This is a rose from a bouquet sent to me on my September birthday from my son and his fiance)
The boy glanced up at the man, perhaps his grandfather. The boy's dark eyes seemed to be filled with love. It was so gratifying to see such a look of adoration on his little face.
My car stopped at the light as the man and boy continued to walk along the sidewalk. Tears streamed out of my eyes and down my cheeks. Why in the world was I crying? What was this outburst of powerful emotion from my heart?
Then it came to me. The little boy reminded me of my own son, now all grown up, living thousands of miles away, and about to get married. Seeing the little boy zoomed me back into yesterday when I held the hand of a little boy with dark eyes. We had a mutual adoration relationship in those days. Where had the years gone? Where was that sweet little son with the dark, flashing eyes and a smile on his lips?
The tears continued as the car turned the corner and a little gasp caught in my throat.
Life goes on and we have to put our memories aside. We have to live in the present and acknowledge that things change. Children grow up and move away. They have their own lives, hopes, and dreams. It just is what it is.
But for that brief moment in time, when I saw the little boy looking up, a smile on his lips, I enjoyed the glimpse into yesterday.
ARE YOU SENTIMENTAL?
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