Today, I met an elderly couple whose home exploded this morning. I left the scene feeling warmed and glowing. This man and his wife, married 70 years, just radiated joy in the face of something so awful.

They still had each other, they explained. That was all that mattered.

I told my editor I had dearly wanted to tuck them into my car and bring them back to the newsroom so that we could all bask in their cheeriness and optimism.

My story runs tomorrow. Read it and you’ll see what I mean. What a sweet and adoring couple.