There are Gifts.
I’m spending more and more of my time these days helping my dad (who is 93) take care of my mom (who is 90 and has dementia). It’s not fun. But I don’t mind.
There are gifts. Such as running across this old photo, taken of them on their wedding day — May 16, 1948.
I think they must still look like this to each other.
How lovely is that!