Blue Bow-ties and City Living

There's this house in my neighbourhood, just on the other side of the bridge.  It's a cute little house, a bungalow, and it backs out onto a bit of a community green space, on the edge of a ravine.  This house is already magical on account of its location.  My street runs directly parallel to arguably the biggest, or "mainest," street in the city -- and it's a big city -- but on my street, just one block away from the hustle and the bustle, there is nature.  There are deer and bunnies and people walking their dogs.  And there's this house.

Two people live in this house.  They're old, and they're adorable.  I love walking through my neighbourhood and seeing these two watching the news together in their TV room, whose window overlooks the street.  I love driving by their house and seeing their kids and grandkids walking up the driveway to pay them a visit. I love how I feel like I know them, even though we've never spoken.

Last Easter, on the Sunday morning, I happened to pass this couple's house just as they were heading out.  They must have been going to church, because they were looking extremely dapper.  She was in a lovely peach blouse and a pleated skirt, and he wore navy slacks and a white dress shirt with the biggest blue bow-tie I've ever seen.  I'm embarrassed to say that I actually drove slower past their house so I could watch as he carefully helped her into the passenger side of the car.

There's something about this couple that gives me hope.  There's something about their house that brings me peace.  When I walk by this little house, and I see the flowers in their garden that she no doubt planted by hand... well, there's just something about this couple and the way in which they live that makes me sure that love exists.  It's a simple kind of love, but to me it's profoundly beautiful.  And as a woman who seems to be growing more and more cynical with each passing day, I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for these two.  I'm thankful for their love.  I'm thankful for their peace.  And I'm thankful for their cute little bungalow, just on the other side of the bridge...