You gotta love Love

I attended a fundraiser dinner tonight at MIT. It was at Morse Auditorium, this large hall with life like paintings on the wall that seemed staight out of the Renaissance.

Poeple chatted, their murmur filled the room with a hum. Food was set on long tables along one side of the room. I found classmates and sat down at the same table.

Coincidentally, a shy boy and girl sat at the same table too. She, from Bangladesh. He, clearly not. As American as possible. And a physical chemist at MIT.

They were comfortable in each other's company and spoke to us through gracious smiles. Little did we know that the twosome who seemed too young to be out of bed past midnight were actually married! And had been that way for the past four years!

As the evening progressed, dinner was eaten and digested with dessert. The couple had eyes only for each other. They were both fun conversation. But they saved the best for just the two of them. They settled into each others arms and said sleepy goodbyes when we rose from the table to leave.

Love does exist. In the disparate combination of blond hair and auburn. In Asian accents and Western ones. It knows no boundaries. And it's wonderful to see it alive and well.