The Couple In The Sandy Hole

Today at the beach there was a couple who sat in a hole that had been dug by some previous beach goers.

They had a plastic grocery bag with them.

He had on swim trunks and no shirt.

She had on shorts and a t-shirt with some silver writing on it.

They sat in the hole and ate chocolate covered ice cream pops out of the plastic grocery bag.

He ate at least 4 of them while they were sitting in the hole.

He fed some to her sometimes, and mostly he just ate ice cream bar after ice cream bar.

One after the other as he looked out over the ocean and snuggled with his sweetheart in the sandy hole.

I loved watching him.

He was so happy.

Yes, he was overweight.

Yes, she was overweight.

So what?

It was the beach. It was ice cream. It was them sitting in a hole in the sand.

And I got to watch. I got to see this sweet moment with them.

I blessed them and their ice cream bars.

Instead of judgment for how many ice cream bars he was eating…

I felt so much love.

Love that he had the money to go to the store and buy the box of ice cream bars.

Love that he and his sweetheart thought to come to the beach and eat them.

Love that they decided to sit in the sandy hole next to me and eat them.

Love that he didn’t have to feel bad about spending money on them and then having them all melt.

Love that he ate them without his shirt on without any apparent shame…one after the other.

Love that he gave himself what he wanted for Valentine’s Day with his sweetheart.

It was an instance that, in the past, may not have been so loved filled for me.

An instance that may have been more judgment filled.

Today it was filled with love – and it really stood out to me.

I’m glad I was paying attention.

I’m glad I chose love.