At the doctor’s office, a little old lady with her walker, starts heading out the door when I push the handicap button for her. Her husband and I say maybe we should wait, because it’s chilly outside. But the taxi’s coming, and she wants to be ready.

The door starts to close on her, and she says, “Oh!” Her war veteran husband and I rush to hold it open. “I got it!” I say. She says, “Not fast enough!” I laugh, and say to her husband, “She says not fast enough!” He says, “You gotta understand; we’ve been together for 63 years!” I tell them, “I love it! You two are adorable! Have a blessed day!” They head toward the taxi, his arm around her, and he says to me, “You too, you too.” My heart fills up with fuzzy warmth. I love elderly people. They are a treasure more valuable than gold.

 “You shall stand up before the gray head and honor the face of an old man, and you shall fear your God: I am the Lord” (Lev. 18:32 ESV).