A message
This is a pic I took on Valentine’s Day. Brent took us out to a sweet dinner at Carrabba’s that night. We actually had a load of groceries at his house, including a mess of catfish to fry. But we decided that we didn’t want to cook, so we ducked into Carrabba’s after we picked up Ilona from her friend’s house.
It was cold, grey, windy, wet, and generally yucky outside, and I had misplaced my coat. Carrabba’s was a haven of warmth and laughter, with fires in the kitchen. The lights were very dim, the service excellent, and the food very good. I can safely say this was a nice occassion for us.
We were seated next to the windows, and all the tables in the center of the room were for couples. It was funny at how they were all lined up. Maybe three or four rows of couple-only tables.
You could tell that some of these couples were “new” at the way they acted towards each other. I wondered how many would last as a couple or which woman would be dumped. LOL!
At some point, an older couple was seated across from us. You could tell they were happy with each other and were friends as well as partners in love.
The man looked like an older professor-type—thinning grey hair, glasses, a dark red sweater and muffler (which he wore the whole time,) grey slacks, a tweed overcoat.
He could have easily been my friend’s recently deceased father. In fact, if I didn’t know that he had died, I would have wondered, “Why is he here with that woman???!” And I would have approached him to say hello.
This man was healthy and vibrant. And, by the way he tugged as his muffler, he was cold.
I couldn’t stop staring.
I had to take a pic. It was very dark, and you can’t see much of anything in the pic, but…you can get the idea.
I know so many people don’t believe in the mysterious ways of the universe, but as I write this, I know my friend will be reading this. And I want her to know that I believe that we are in each other’s lives for a reason.
I cannot believe that it was simply coincidence that we all had supper at Carrabba’s that night and that it was a coincidence that this man sat across from me and that I took his picture by coincidence.
What I want to believe is that I am writing this entry and posting this pic of this man because a message needs to be sent to my friend, and it is simply this: You Are Loved.
