Saturday was that day. It was sunny AND in the 50s which seemed so warm compared to our 20 degree days we've been having. Paul, Ernie, Paul's sister Camille and myself piled in the car and drove to downtown Greenville for a walk. Paul and Ernie were walking pretty fast and Camille and I were a couple paces behind.
A car slowed, a window rolled down and a women called out from an old station wagon to Paul. "Excuse me sir, excuse me". We naturally all looked her way. She was wearing some sort of fur coat, which seemed somewhat odd because of the vehicle she was in. Then she said something very unexpected. "I just have to say you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen!"
Paul, not even missing a beat, smiled and said, "thank you". He then continued walking like this was some normal occurrence. Camille and I looked at each other and busted out laughing.
The next morning we were walking to church. There was still lots of snow and ice on the walkways and Paul asked if he could hold my hand. "Of course" I said. "I would be honored to hold the most beautiful man in the world's hand."
