Love, so many deminsions

So, I people watch, my followers know that.

It stretches to all parts of my life.

Yesterday, while stopped at a red light, 

I do my thing. To my left, I view through

sunglasses an older gentleman driving.

His face is happy, smiling, he is in love with 

the woman who sits beside him.

He talks, listens then laughs. I speculate

that the woman must be his wife.

It makes my heart happy to see that if it

is his wife, he is still so in love with her.

He glows when looking at her, when listening to her.

Then the woman beside him turns her head in

laughter, to my direction

 and I realize the love he has 

is not for a wife, but for an adult child.

A child with all the classic features of a woman/child

with Downs Syndrome.

The beautiful almond shaped eyes,

the small mouth with the slightly protruding tongue.

She is beautiful and her Daddy knows it.

His love for her is so obvious, unconditional.

I think of a few of my friends who have adult children

with disabilities, their worries and fears.

I also see this father, with the love of his life sitting

beside him on a fall morning, happy at a red light

knowing what love is and that this child has given

him more than what she has taken from him.

He probably worries about his age and who

will take care of his dear daughter when he is too

old to do it. However, he also knows she will be with

him until the end of his time or her time.

 Yet, this morning, just enjoying the moment.

I admire parents of handicapped adult children but I

also know they encompass a love that us others

will never know.

A fine Tuesday morning it was.