Thinking back to last week, TC and I are at London City Airport heading to Belfast. It’s a small plane. One of those designed for short runways. The plane literally hops into the air and goes straight up. As the plane is rumbling down the runway, Chris slides his hand under my own hand. No words are exchanged. I wrap my fingers around his. His action says it all.
Later the following week, strolling thru busy Leicester Square on a crisp evening, Chris put his arm thru mine as we’re walking along. Again nothing is said. A few moments later, he turns to me and exclaims, “I never have done that before”. What I ask? “I just grabbed hold of you in a public place, I don’t do that normally”. I smile. He smiles. We walk ahead.
Sometimes life just deals you a nice card.