Ahhhhhhhhh, Sundays. No alarm clocks, leisurely coffee talks, brunch out, no structure. Exactly what we all needed after an insane week. On this particular Sunday, it was Zachary's (my son) turn to choose our brunch spot, and he chose a restaurant in Temple that we all love- for the food and for the atmosphere. As we got settled in, I sipped my drink and scanned the room. Adjacent to our booth, I noticed an elderly couple who held hands across the table as they chatted, focused only on each other.
Hardly anyone holds hands like that anymore, and it mesmerized me momentarily. My daughter Channing noticed.
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