Just being human can be so beautiful

There was a part of me that yearned to lean over and say hello but the lump in my throat made me think twice. It occurred to me that this wasn’t my story, one I wasn’t meant to be a part of.

After ten minutes of my daydreaming and an equal ten minutes of their drying time, the nail technician came over and put the woman’s socks and shoes on with care so rare I wanted to capture it like a lightening bug in a mason jar. The elderly woman paid and her husband asked, “You good?” To which a simple, firm reply came: Yes.

He walked around to where his wife sat and with the same practiced grace, he repeated his move.

One arm under her knees. The other under her arms. Upsie daisy.

And there I sat, wondering how many moments like this I’ve missed because — well, not because I wasn’t looking. But rather because I get wrapped up in my ever so important day-to-day that beauty escapes me.

And for the rest of today (and even into today), all I can think is: It really is this simple — this thing about being human.