I love the story of how they began dating. I imagine it all in black and white-- like a movie from the era. They met at a soda shop. Pop was asked to accompany his friend who had a date with my Granny. The friend must not have had what it took to get a second date because my Pop asked if he could take Granny out the next night, which happened to be my Granny's birthday. They were married 3 months later. She was just sixteen (she thought she was seventeen and lied about her age; she found out her actual age a few years later). He had just turned 21 the day before. His mama and sisters had all said he couldn't bring a wife home until he was 21.
They aren't the couple that's going to smile sweetly and claim they've never had a fight (they aren't Mitt and Ann). They've had their arguments and their sacrifices and their resentments I'm sure, but the truth of the matter is that they've moved past them. They've chosen to focus on what is important. They've always chosen love and togetherness.
I pray for this kind of enduring relationship. I pray for the chance to have a lifetime of it. I pray that I can be the one to leave notes and save notes and cherish every day with Bigbad.
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