I touched a dream.

  
Exchange this week with a Grady elder:

"How you doing today, sir?"

"Magnificent. Encouraged. Excited about the future."

"Wow."

"Feel like if I jest reach my hand up I can touch a dream. You know why that is?" His eyes twinkled when he said that.

"Hmmm. Why sir?"

"Because I can. That's what I love about gettin' up in age."

Then, he reached out, touched my arm with his leathery hand, and he smiled. And me? I smiled right back. And that was that.

Later on while driving home, I reflected on that moment and smiled again. Then, I cried a little bit, too.

Yeah.

This? THIS is Grady. This.

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Happy Thursday. Love is the what.