We Will Always Have Sparrows

She was watching him as he stood looking out of the window deep in thought. She could feel the heaviness he must be harboring inside him. She could see his shoulders heave as he sighed several times.

Slowly she approached him and took one of his hands into hers. He turned to look at her and gave her an assuring smile. Still she could feel that something was not right. Could it be because he just had a surgery a few days ago? she thought to herself.

“Are you OK? Do you feel any pain?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, “just a tiny bit of a pain now and then.”

He then confided to her that he thought he would no longer be able to pursue his passion for bird photography the way he did before.

“You know that the surgery was only to take care of the more immediate problem,” he said. “The rest will preclude me from doing what I used to do – no more lifting of heavy stuff, no more walking for long distances…..” His voice trailed as he looked out of the window once again.

She took both his hands and made him face her. They looked at each other warmly and filled with affection.

“Will you be OK with that?” she wanted to know. “No more chasing after lifers,  no more out-of-town trips that will involve being away for several days.”

He put his hands on her shoulders, looked at her tenderly and softly assured her.

“We will always have sparrows.”