The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
It was authentic. It was real. It was indeed true love, once in a lifetime love….
My grandparents were married on Valentine’s Day, it would have been 69 years today, and never in my life have I witnessed a more simple, truer love than theirs.
They met at a church fair, and he told the story for over 50 years, ”I remember that day, I told my buddy, that girl is going to be my wife.“
She always put lipstick on for him before he came home from work at the mill, and he always called her ‘hon,’ and they held hands ’till death did them part.’
When grandpap died, grandma just waited for her time to join him, she was without her ‘love.’ You could see it, she missed him,
and when she died, we were happy, for they were together again…reunited in eternal love.
Forever in heaven.
I never knew of “tough times” that I know that they faced, I only truly witnessed love…
I’m thankful today for the legacy of love that I witnessed….a love for each other, for family, for God, a love that they passed down.
My daddy learned love from them, and I in turn learned love too…
One day, I will wrap my arms around their necks and thank them. Thank them for the legacy of love that they left.
I only can pray that I pass on that kind of legacy to those I will never know…..