Find Love Like Your Grandparents' Love

Find Love Like Your Grandparents' Love

Love exists — and it is beautiful.

My beautiful grandparents united in marriage on December 17, 1966. This December, they will celebrate their 51st wedding anniversary.

Their relationship has formed a beautiful family since then — four children, one who was tragically lost in a car accident at 19 years old; eight grandchildren — one who has graduated from college, four who are currently enrolled in college, one who is a senior in high school, one who is a sophomore in high school, and one who is a sixth grader.

Through their marriage, they have taught me many lessons. They've shown me that love is eternal. Love exists —and it is beautiful. Love is difficult, messy, and is followed by unexpected twists and turns. But love is also patience, listening, making sure you're on the same page as your significant other constantly, and always, always supporting them.

Their love is a flame, and despite the tragedies they've been put through and the hardships they've encountered, their flame is brightly burning.

My grandpa once told me, "I just miss her every time I don't see her."

My grandma has told me for as long as I can remember, "find a man like your grandpa." That's exactly what I plan to do.

Love is working together every single day to provide for the other.

Love is holding hands wherever you go — no matter what.

Love is matching every day — whether it's the same color, same T-shirt, or same coat.

Love is knowing exactly what to order the other while they're not present and being correct.

Love is raising three beautiful daughters to be like you — confident, sassy, and full of love. Raising my mother to be who she is today is something I'll never be able to thank you enough for.

Love is owning a coffee shop for 15 years, titled TJ's, made from your two initials together, and waking up every morning to work together to provide for the residents of your town. And never once complaining.

Love is never yelling — I've never once heard my Grandparents yell at anyone, especially at each other.

Love is giving up the only chair in the room so the other can get off their legs for a few seconds.

Love is waking up in the morning with a fresh pot of coffee and a "Hello, dear."

Love is constantly smiling, constantly making the other laugh, constantly making them feel comfortable.

Love is knowing your wife won't finish the chocolate malt she asked for but ordering it anyway.

Love is caring. Love is kind. Love is incredible.

I've been blessed my whole life to have Grandparents who constantly show me what love is truly like. I will never settle for anyone who is not my Grandfather — ready to work without complaint, regardless of the situation.

A man like my Grandfather, who has calluses deep into his hands from never stopping what he loves to do. A man who is stronger than anyone I know, but has a heart of absolute gold.

To my Grandparents,

Thank you for cherishing each other the way every couple should. The generations ahead of you need the constant reminder of what love is truly like. Thank you for showing your grandkids that they deserve no less than a man like Grandpa; and a woman as kind-hearted as Grandma.

I love you two more than I can ever express.

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To The Girl Who Always Feels Left Out

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To the girl who always feels left out,

Girl, let me just tell you, I know the feeling. It feels as though my whole life, I have been that girl. You know that feeling when you are standing in a group of people and someone comes up and asks everyone to go to lunch in that group... But you?

Or they make it even worse by saying "Oh, I guess you can come too." You guess I can come to?

No, thank you.

At that point, you feel like the only reason you are being invited is that they feel like they have to. Which more than likely is actually the case. What about when you ask your friend to hang out and she can't because she will be doing homework all night? However, an hour later, you see her with your other best friend. Oh okay cool, sorry for bothering you with my friendship.

You know you are the girl who is always left out when you are the designated "photographer" or you have to specifically ask if you can take a picture with them because they are obviously done taking pictures and did not want one with you.

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We all know "Hey, will you take this picture of us?" all too well. Am I right, ladies? Oh yeah, it is fine. I hate being in pictures. I definitely hate taking pictures to remember this wonderful time I'm having.

What about when you and your friends discuss doing something later during the week and you ask about it but "It's probably not happening anymore." Then you check and would you look at that, your "friends" are having fun without you.


Oh but don't worry about it, I had things to do anyway. You know, clean the house, work on homework that is due next week, binge-watch The Office for the third time this week. Fun stuff. Oh and better yet when you see your friends are hanging out without you. The next time they see you, they talk about how much fun they had.

Oh yes, please tell me about how much fun you had without me. I totally enjoy hearing about how "I totally missed out" and "I should have come." Well, an invite would have been well appreciated. But maybe next time, right? Wrong.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking, "Wow this girl is being so petty." Well if you are thinking that, then you obviously do not know the feeling. And to think about it, you probably are not the one in the friend group who is being left out. So think about who that person is and make them feel included next time. It would be greatly appreciated. You do not know how much of a difference it could make.

Yes, I know everyone feels left out sometimes, but time after time, it starts to get really old. Then after you have to start inviting yourself to hang out with people, you realize well since they are not inviting me themselves, maybe they don't want me here. And then surprisingly, you stop hanging out with them. Hmmm, I wonder what could've possibly happened.

Yes, I know, most people do not do this on purpose. I am sure I have even done it once or twice without realizing it, and I am truly sorry.

From one left out girl to another,

Good Luck

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The Lines Beside My Grandma's Eyes

Wrinkles are our body's diary of the adventures we have had.


The photo book opens. Happy memories gush out, overflowing onto the table, they catch my eye and touch my heart. I know very well, the woman that smiles back at me from page five. I knew her when she stood five feet 6 inches tall beside me, not four by five inches as she is now, preserved in this album of captured love. Yes, I knew her when her curves were 3D, when her sound, her scent, her smile were a reality before me.

A beauty through and through, from ages zero till 92. She blessed the earth she walked on -blades of grass bowed down before she even took a step on them. The wind blew to embrace her. To describe her as beautiful would not be enough. I'm convinced her heart was so full of loveliness that it overflowed onto her surface. Even within these pages, she still catches many eyes.

Mine are drawn to her lines. My grandma's face spelled love in the lines that she etched there. Between her eyebrows, she held her worries, above them sat her sass. Around her mouth, she forged ridges from a lifetime of laughter and millions of kisses. But the lines that I'm most interested in are those beside her eyes. There, her soul took up the pencil.

These lines are tender, like the gaze with which her honey eyes held the world. They are riverbeds for tears of joy. They are the tails of shooting stars, evidence of her eyes' twinkle, her omnipresent obstinance to dream. They trace the strong cheekbones where my sleepy head used to plant a goodnight kiss and whisper, "I love you more." They zig-zag like her heartbeat, electrified whenever she caught a wink from her Don. They are the illustration of 92 years of wisdom.

I see my whole childhood, my hopes for who I'll someday be, and my strong family ties in those lines beside her eyes.

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