Last month when I was in the radiology waiting room, I saw an older couple on their way out. As they went out the door, they clasped hands. I have no idea what their story is, saw no particular expression on their face; I just appreciated their connection. I noticed a different older couple yesterday, coming up from the parking garage at my work (a different hospital), holding hands as they walked to the lobby. So sweet. I remember you, HR-S, holding hands with B, as you pushed the baby stroller into the subway. So sweet. I cannot reconcile the idea that frum marrieds need to avoid all public physical contact. Maybe if there is enough verbal- or other nonphysical- support, maybe.
Last Wednesday, I was babysitting for friends, while the husband was at the Siyum Hashas. I heard him leave a message on the machine, just "Hi H****, I wanted you to know I arrived safely. I'll try to call you tonight. Love you." So sweet.
This is goodness. If you have it, don't take it for granted. If you are not doing it - wake up, and don't take it for granted.
This wasn't at all the Rockwell print I was trying to find, but it is good. Another little thing I remember -when you, NLS, told J he need to dress more warmly, and fixed his collar and put a scarf (or hat or something) on him. Sweet.
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