Overheard at a GF Restaurant

This past Friday my husband took me on a date to a new restaurant. It was fantastic, and I'll post a review later this month.

But for now, just this.

When returning from a trip to the bathroom, I walked by an elderly couple dining at one of the restaurant's booths. They looked to be in their mid-80s, and were dressed in that dignified way that older people sometimes are. Slacks, not jeans. Pearls on her, a collared shirt on him. Her silver hair was pulled back in a ponytail; his was cropped short.

They were both staring at his plate in wonder. On it was a seemingly normal meal - a hamburger with lettuce and tomato, steak fries, and a fluffy hamburger bun.

His jaw was actually hanging open, like in a cartoon. His fingers were spread wide, hands holding the edges of his plate like it carried diamonds upon it. There were tears in his eyes.

"I cannot believe it," the woman was saying as I walked past, her eyes fixed on the man's dinner in wonder. "I cannot believe that that is gluten free."

It made my night.

Thanks to all those manufacturers out there who make gf specialty products like hamburger buns and pizza crusts, so that people like that man can enjoy a night out on the town. Thanks to the restaurants who serve them.

And blessings on that sweet couple. I cannot imagine learning to eat this way in my 80s. I said a prayer for that dignified man, learning a brand new way to eat.

Maybe you can say one, too.