Sunday mornings often find me reading the paper at a local diner. I get there early so I can dally over my coffee and not feel guilty about taking up the booth for an hour or so.
I am not alone in this Sunday morning ritual. There is one couple in particular I find my eyes wandering to. Last week I looked up to see them crossing the room. He stayed right beside her and helped her ease into a nearby booth.
"Would you like some coffee?" the waitress asks.
"Yes, with cream," she replies.
"None for me," he says.
Then there's some hand holding and smiling going on across the table.
Clearly they only have eyes for each other.
The coffee comes and he slides it to the center of the table.
She empties in the sugar and he pours in the cream.
It sits there between them, that steaming cup of coffee.
Finally he takes a small sip, nods and places it back between them.
She takes a sip, smiles and they talk while drinking the coffee.
The teamwork continues when they leave.
She rises first and places his walker in front of him then steadies his elbow as he gets up.
They don't need a Sunday morning paper, they so completely have each other.
Cranky Kristi – I'm just saying...
