Kissed so lovingly

He leaned toward her to sing. Each of his phrases seemed to speak from a smile he offered so naturally. I wondered if the whole time he remembered the days when they both could laugh and frolic freely. Now she rests in a bed with her husband sitting near, offering loving nudges to prompt her body to move. With one forefinger, he touches near her eye and finds such joy to see her eyelids lift. He gently touches the side of her mouth, saying, “Come on now. No sugar without singing.” Her lips respond, bidding a faint voice of the brightest hope. And indeed he gladly shares his kisses as soft, little pecks to her forehead. It was a demonstration of love so pure and patient, perhaps more tender than I’d ever witnessed before. Papers and a phone had fallen from his lap, and my entrance into the room was for their retrieval, yet I found myself standing in respect for something we don’t often see. A truly awe-inspiring picture of something God sets within and beyond our human capacities. Thank you, Lord.