
Let me tell you a love story. Once a long time ago, at a party, a thirteen year old girl with beautiful dark curls, fell into the lap of a handsome blue-eyed young man. He picked up a gold cigar band, slid it on her finger and told her he'd give her a real one someday. Six years later, he made good on his promise, and they were married. Like many couples they went through some difficult times, but their marriage lasted for over 60 years. My grampy is gone now, but yesterday would have been their 66th anniversary.

My grampy was a carpenter and he woke up very early. Even earlier than any early bird, very small, grandchildren that might be visiting. Every morning he would bring my grandmother a glass of orange juice, with a tiny dish on top to protect it. When I was small, he would do the same for me. In that one small glass of juice, there were a million I love yous.
We should all be so lucky to have a love like theirs.
3 comments:
Apparently it's grandparents day on the blogs! I love the photo- I can see your grandmother in that picture- she hasn't changed much over the years!
What a lovely story. They should make a movie...or, wait! how about YOU write a book! You are such a good writer. I'm waiting for that first publication.
We are sending your lovely tribute to your grandmother via mail (snail) as she has no computer. I am sure she will be as pleased as we are to read it.
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