He walks out first, a pink purse in one hand and a girl who comes to his waist in the other. His tenderness towards her is obvious to the onlooker across the street. He opens the van door and gently helps her up. There is a pride emanating from the grizzled grey gentleman as he circles to enter the van. It’s a moment observed. Simple gestures of love.

 

“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” — A.A. Milne

Wishing you all that kind of day.

 

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