I go each morning to the local YMCA to exercise. After half an hour on the treadmill, I try out the weight machines. As I exercise, I can look out through the glass front of the building onto the parking lot. At that time of the morning, most of the traffic consists of parents dropping off their kids at the Day Care Center in the Y.
One morning as I was going through my routine, I saw a car pull up and a young mother alight and help her daughter out of the car and onto the sidewalk. The little girl was about three years old, cute rather than pretty, with blond bangs framing her chubby face. Slowly mother and daughter walked toward the entrance and out of my vision. Another car pulled up behind the first and another young mother assisted her daughter from the car. This girl too looked to be about three years old and, as she waited on the sidewalk for her mother to finish locking up the car, I saw a blur of motion from the corner of my eye. The first little girl came running back and enfolded her friend in a bear hug. The two girls embraced for a long moment and then hand-in-hand they walked into the Day Care Center. I thought to myself ” If what those two children felt isn’t love, pure love … then I don’t know what is .”