If I live to be 92, I want to do it their way.
I absolutely believe in love. I am a total hopeless romantic- love the romantic comedies, love the idea of being swept off my feet, and believe in the idea that love can last a lifetime- whether that lifetime is 35 years, 60 years, 92 years, or more.
This past weekend John and I went to Florida to visit my grandparents. They were born 2 and a half weeks apart in October and we thought this would be a fun time for a visit. They are both celebrating 92 years- which in itself is quite an accomplishment. They still live on their own, my grandfather still drives, and they are full of stories and laughter. These are truly happy people!
But what I was most moved by this weekend is the love they share with each other. Next month, they will be celebrating 70 years of marriage, and this fall, 75 years of "dating". Almost every memory in their 92 years, has included each other. And to think, I feel like John and I have shared a lot- and we are just beginning!They hold hands, they make fun of each other, and they laugh...a lot.
This past weekend, there was laughter, there was tears, but most of all there was love. And, that really is the greatest of ALL things.
