Watching the newlyweds in love became a pastime of mine. We were on vacation, and as I
lounged around I became aware of them. The lovely pair in their first days of marriage. Him
ordering her food for her, opening doors, and watching her every step. She is ever careful
of him and his things. She bought him a shirt like the one he wears, so careful not to make
a mistake. I think wait a few years and he will be glad to wear whatever she buys.
The same with her: the door thing and watching her every move thing. It won't last. Time
takes from love the niceties it first has. If only time were not so greedy, grabbing up the
days. The years.
Well, I wondered in five years if we were all here vacationing here would I find them as
pleasant. Or would time take its toll and all the pleasant things be gone. Would they smile
so much and not watch each other so often? Would he not order for her and they kiss as
much? Kissing, although secretly, I saw, others did too. We smiled knowingly at each other.
We, the old marrieds. We knew. We who had been through the wars, I thought, smiling to
Ok, if not five years then ten years. By then things will change. I was sure, we old
marrieds know these things. The warm fuzzies came over me. I let my hubby chose my food and
order for me. As we left he opened the car door for me. Wow! He had been watching them too.
As he drives us home we both are smiling with little to say. It was a wonderful night.