I like people watching.
Not like “creeper-status” people watching, but just observing how different each and every person is.
At work in the restaurant, I get to people watch a lot. Today especially, since it was Mother’s Day. For some reason 2 different parties of guests stuck out at me. One of them was an old couple. They checked in with me and I sat them. 15 minutes later and they’re outside on the front patio and the man’s crying, her wife trying to comfort him with her hand on his shoulder. I don’t know why the man was crying, but I just haven’t seen such genuine sadness in a long time. Just by looking at his face, I could tell that his heart was really really heavy. It was the kind of sadness that made me want to do whatever I could to make him smile. I don’t know this man. I don’t know his past. I don’t know anything about him…yet in the 15 minutes that I knew him, I wanted to just comfort him as well. It’s not everyday that you see a man cry so painfully, and it just made me realize that each and every one of us cries. Each and every one of us have dark times. Each and every one of us falls down every once in a while. No matter how much of a dick or bitch someone is, they hurt also.
The other party that stuck out at me was a young married couple. They came in with their families and the first thing they asked me was my ethnicity. Once I told them I was Filipino the man told me that his wife and him were debating about my ethnicity while they were outside because I didn’t look like I was a full Filipino. The young woman was a Filipino with her Filipino family. The young man was caucasian with his caucasian family. They were really happy and excited to be talking to me for some reason. This is how the summary of the rest of our conversation went:
Man: “I love the [filipino] food”
Me: “Well, you can’t go wrong with a Filipino (:”
Man: “Yeah, I’ve got her on lockdown (:” *points to wife* **man pulls up a baby carrier and turns the carrier around to show me a gorgeous baby girl**
That baby girl was one of the most beautiful babies I’d ever seen. She was so quiet, nice, and happy. She was definitely made with a lot of true love.
That couple was in such deep love, you could see it oozing out of them. Before they entered the restaurant, they were taking pictures outside and holding each other. I’d never seen such happiness and love like that, I could feel it. The way they held each other, the way he held her and how her facial expression radiated with safety and security while she was in his arms. The way they smiled at each other. The way he held her hand as they walked up to the restaurant, regardless of how long they had been with each other. The way they were so proud and happy of their daughter.
They’re just so in love. It was really beautiful and had me awe-stricken. I loved how gentleman-like and proud the man was. He loves his woman and he wanted to show it to the world. She was really pretty too. He held her hand, held the small of her back, he was there for her.
Amazing how much you can read from a couple. I love holding hands and being held. It shows me that you still care enough to want to do little thoughtful things. Love is a hard thing, and it takes skilled people to master it. You have to keep falling in love over and over again, and if you don’t, you fall apart. No doubt.
I hope my future is as blessed and full of happiness as theirs.
Sunday May 5 @ 11:20pm