It was about a year ago and there, right there, on the front page of the local newspaper was a photo of my girlfriend and her husband finishing the town’s annual 5K hand in hand. The two, together since high school, had a true photo finish.
I remember her telling me the story behind the photo, behind that day.
I’ve know the two of them for almost two years when our daughters became fast friends in kindergarten. The two cherish their time together as my friend’s spouse has a job that requires a great deal of travel. On this particular Sunday morning, their girls were waiting at the finish with their aunt while the two of them leisurely jogged the route.
During their journey, my friend told me how they slowed down to catch up with old friends they hadn’t seen in awhile. To chat with friends and neighbors. And simply to be together before work separated them again.
Just before the finish line, her husband reached over and took her hand. This moment was captured. The rest is history.
To me, it had been a race. To her at had been quality time with her husband and a community building opportunity.