Moved.

Nat whisked me away to the country for a fantastic spa-weekend. We indulged in treatments, good food and wine. With the idealistic wintry scene as the backdrop, it was simply magical.

I noticed a particular woman in her mid-fifties around the inn, only because she was very obviously alone. She was reading magazines in the "quiet zone", quietly dining by herself at the table behind us at dinner. Nothing wrong with this picture. She could have been there enjoying some solitude away from her family after the holidays...except that she seemed to have an air of sadness about her. I can't explain why I felt this, but when I mentioned it to Nat, he agreed.

After Nat checked out yesterday, the concierge handed him a folded piece of paper and said, "this was left behind for you and your partner. I don't know who left it, but it was in the box for your room."

Here is what the note said:

I have had the pleasure of bearing silent witness to the joy that you experience in being together.

You clearly share something very special, very rare. Seldom does a man look at a woman with such depth of emotion...or she at him, eyes shining with love.

Very few belong together. It seems that you do. Keep holding hands. All ways. Always.

...from a stranger old enough to be your mom, fortunate enough to have once been truly in love, and wise enough to know the real thing when I see it.

Blessings & Happy New Year


...Thanks for reminding me.