As he helps me make up our scalloped potato and ham supper he chatters away. Then there's a pause. Then. 'Mom, I have a question'. Oh boy. A hard one if we're alone and there's a pause... What is it? 'How are you pretty if you are old?'. It took me less than a second and then I knew what to say.
Old people are beautiful. I saw two today. One is in the hospital. The other, her 90+ year old husband of many, many years faithfully and lovingly at her side. I went to have a wee visit to encourage. But they did at least ten times more for me. In a situation that they'd rather not be in, they only said positive. About the nurses, about the care, about the workers, about those who come to their open home for the Sunday meeting. About young people. And above all, about their thankfulness for knowing what is right. It was cheerful. Uplifting. Encouraging. And it was nothing less than utter beauty. I love them. Dearly. They are pillars of strength in their frail bodies. And I'm so thankful to be near some that are so beautiful.