They were just another random family having dinner together at a fast food restaurant. But I couldn’t stop listening to their interaction with each other — and feeling envious.
I don’t know these people. I’ll probably never see them again. They have no idea anybody was paying attention to them. But there were some things about them that made me want to be like them.
There were two little girls and a boy, along with their parents. Everybody got along and seemed completely relaxed with one another. The children were well-behaved for their age, but they weren’t perfect. The parents gently corrected when they got a bit out of line, but they were relaxed about it.
The parents seemed as though they liked each other. They were trying to figure something out about an online order that they were about to pick up, so they were collaborating in the midst of dealing with the kids. Nobody was snapping or being short. They were polite and helpful to each other.
It sounds completely unremarkable, but what I saw was completely different from what I typically see and hear.

Obama channeling Heinlein’s ghost: ‘…we’ve had a run of bad luck’
We can’t have real freedom without also allowing discrimination
I’ll never really know my mother and I’m envious of those who do
My reaction to man’s home taught me more about me than about him
Even when we’re right, criticism stems from our own insecurities
Things you do in life determined by who you decide you want to be
Is it just coincidence that my surgeries come when I’m alone?
Good character matters far more than winning political arguments