the regular sunday morning events would begin with breakfast at the local tim hortons just a few steps from church. Just my dad and i, eating breakfast before service.
rarely any conversation made during the duration of the breakfast, mostly just eating, and observing the environment around us, silently sipping our field mushroom soup or occationally the chicken noodle..
i often watched customers come in and out, seeing the regular people that also have a regular routine there sunday mornings.. sipping big cups of coffee, enjoying buttered bagels, and reading the daily newspaper or book.
recently theres a couple of new regular customers on these sunday mornings - this old couple. aged with wisedom, nearly deaf with age, the old man bent over with a slow pace through the door towards the counter, wife in arm, aged with care, nodding and delicate with age.
helping each other getting through doors, and with every step they take, watching out for their love, arm in arm. slowly they reach the counter, the deafened man then yells out his order as the wife takes his hat off and brushes him off retrieving a nearby seat.
two cups of coffee and two muffins can be a handful the man learns, slowly making his journey to the seats. wife with more nimble than the man, realizes and assists at once.
crumbs stuck on the edge of lips are brushed off with gentleness and care.
watching the couple together, caring for each other, arm in arm.
love witnessed.
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