Very rarely is it that I see something that makes me just stop and stare. Wait, scratch that… I see shit like that all the time but usually I’m staring at some inbred asshole and wondering how in the world they managed to even get out of bed with their pants on when they are displaying such obviously intelligence-impaired behavior. No, I’m talking about something that is so wonderful and beautiful that it just makes me stop and stare and be filled with something warm and delicious that is either love or molten dark chocolate… the jury is still out on that one and Patrick refuses to bite off a toe to check. Party pooper.

Last weekend, Patrick and I were out running some errands because I had a streak of planning run through me and I decided that HEY! Maybe, just maybe I should finish up shopping for my mom’s birthday a couple of days in advance instead of panicking the morning of and getting all stabby and sweaty and flustered. So off we went. While we were out, I happened to mention to Patrick that I was starving and had made no plans for dinner… as I’m wont to do on Friday and any other day that ends in –day which is how we found ourselves sitting down to a late dinner.

As we were sitting there just talking about the minutiae of our day and week and weekend plans and blah, blah, blah, I happened to look p and about 3 tables away from us was an elderly couple, I would guess in their 70s. They were sitting next to each other, on the same side of the table and I’m not going to lie. I fell in love with them. They looked like a couple of teenagers on their first date. They were giggling and cuddling and holding hands. He was so obviously madly in love with this woman and she clearly adored him.

Patrick and I sat and stared; because we couldn’t NOT stare, hopefully they didn’t notice us. And then their server brought out some giant dessert and she literally clapped her hands as it was set in front of them. They shared their dessert, feeding each other every now and then, never stopping their conversation. I stared some more and slowly redefined what I wanted out of life. (And then I turned the flash on my Blackberry off and took their picture. I had no choice, I wanted to always remember them.)

I wanted to be them. Not just in the future, but now. I want to know that every second is a treasure; that every moment I have with this wonderful man is so much better than any moment I would ever have without him. and when I’m elderly, I want to go to a restaurant far past when most of my peers would be awake and cuddle and sit almost inappropriately close and share a dessert and giggle and talk about whatever comes up and not have another care in the world. I want to be victorious over the things in like that make us downtrodden and complacent and not be beaten down by the routine and monotony that some people let their lives become. I want to always be in love, new, shiny love.

And who knows, maybe it WAS their first date, I doubt it, but stranger things have happened. But there was more there, behind their smiles. It wasn’t new, you could just tell. They KNEW each other, more than any two people have ever known each other in their lives. They were each other’s suns, the center of their universe. And that takes a lifetime… doesn’t it?

I want to be them.