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.

I don’t know how to be popular, and that hurts in a social world
Time for anger? Dissent is good, but ask what the dissenters stand for
My life will matter only if I can show love and meaning to others
Do political labels make things clear or just confuse everyone?
How much can human heart take when inner winter lasts forever?
Our life choices dictate who will be there when it’s our time to die
What if repairing my worst flaw meant losing my greatest power?
Forces shaping America reward acting like angry sixth graders