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My grandmothers birthday was July the 1st. My grandfather got her a box of chocolates, flowers, and most importantly, a card. The card was addressed: "To my Wife, my Lover, my Everything."

That there is a good start. :)

The card text, front page: For my Wife, you are my everything. Inside, 1st page: You are the woman whose face reflect all the joy , comfort, and sweetness I have known in my life. Inside, 2nd page: You are the woman whose smile still brightens my day and whose touch can make me forget the rest of the world. You are the woman who grows more beautiful to me each day. Inside, 3rd page: I am the man who will love you to the end of time. Happy Birthday.

Big pink card, pretty roses. now, his personal message: Betty, my love, this card says this better than I could. We have had over half a century to show our love for one another. Our love continues to grow and flourish and will for years to come. I thank you over and over for our love.

They still cuddle like teenagers when you they don't think anyone's awake at night. This is the side of my grandfather few people get to see. My grandmother, the cats when nobody's watching (can't let us think he's soft you see, even if we know better!), and babies. He'll hold them and play with them and coo at them...it's great.

I just hope I can end up like him. Except of course, I need to be curmudgeonly. ;) And I can only hope I show my children the love he's shown me.

Blah. This didn't sound as cool as I wanted it to be, some neat 'Look at my grandparents and all they've done for me, in many ways more important to me than my mother.' and it's gotten all screwed. but now you know why I wrote it.

So there. Harumph. :)
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tyomniye From: tyomniye Date: July 5th, 2004 12:11 pm (UTC) (Link)

lucky people

I think the point came across just fine. :) *snugs*
jeannee From: jeannee Date: July 5th, 2004 05:24 pm (UTC) (Link)

dammit.

I've got tears in my eyes from this damn post. ;)

I went to see The Notebook with Gerri and Chelle this weekend, thinking I'd end up bawling my eyes out, since those sort of books/movies usually do that to me. I was so proud of myself for getting through the whole thing without feeling the tears well up even once. But here I am, innocently reading lj posts, and what happens? I bawl my eyes out because I just get bowled over hearing about such wonderfulness. You did a fine job conveying how amazing you think they are and how important they are to you. You are exceedingly blessed to have such a couple as your grandparents. I hope you tell them so, continuously.

And in completely random thoughts: I saw pictures today of a boy I knew for one year in high school. I haven't seen him in over ten years.. and I never even spent all that much time talking to him.. just maybe a lunch hour two or three times a week.. but even though I was able to meet you and never think of him, I can't go back and look at pictures of him without being reminded of you. So.. just a completely random acknowledgement of how much you've been going through my mind today. :)
daimones From: daimones Date: July 7th, 2004 02:25 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: dammit.

Sorry. *hugs* I'll mak sure to wander naked next time.
tangled_rhythms From: tangled_rhythms Date: July 6th, 2004 08:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
my parents were like your grandparents. I remember being 12 or 13 and watching my daddy walk into the kitchen where momma was washing dishes and him wrapping his arms around her to kiss her cheek. She blushed as he whispered something in her ear and kissed him on the tip of his nose. My dad was a tough man, but when it came to her he was pretty much all mush. My mother recounts a sweetly sad story from long before I was born when my dad was a heavy drinker. Daddy came in one morning, drunk as usual, and went into the kitchen where momma was up, cooking breakfast. He gets down on one knee in front of her and offers her a ring with the biggest diamond she'd ever seen. He looked up at her and told her that she deserved the best of everything in life and she was more precious to him than that diamond could ever be. Being the practical woman she was, she kissed him and sent him to bed, then promptly returned the ring that my dad had bought on payments for the next *five* years.

We rarely think of our parents, or in your case grandparents, having a life outside of the one we see, but those few moments we do see them are breathtaking.

May we both turn out to be like these people and find someone with whom we can share that same kind of deep and selfless love with.
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