view of a happy family

I spent two hours today heading west in a U-Haul truck, the radio my only company. For most of the ride, usually four to six car lengths away, a young couple drove in front of me. I could see their heads turn towards each other occasionally in conversation, and more often, their dog popping up between them, nuzzling cheeks, licking ears, looking for love and finding it. At one point, her left hand scratching at the dog's head, the sun glinted off her wedding band.