This year we parted with our beloved grandparents … our Grandma earlier this year and Grandpa just a couple of weeks ago. Since they were from my husband’s side of the family, I really only knew them about 12 years. But in the brief time that I have known them, they have taught me so much, by example, what it means to deeply love someone in marriage.
You’re never too old to hold hands.
At family parties, they were usually found sitting on the couch, holding hands. Rarely did they leave each others side.
Be each other’s best friend.
They laughed, they cried. They rejoiced, they mourned. Through any and every circumstance, they stuck together.
Kisses get sweeter as you get older.
In our family, we sometimes referred to them as “the teenagers”. But no teen in love can compete with their sweet public display of affection.
Laugh together often.
She would make fun of him. He would jab back with something witty about her. Then came the laughs. During a visit with them, they told my husband and me the secret of their marriage. Laughter. Lots and lots of laughter.
Count the blessing of waking up next to your beloved every morning.
We saw how difficult it was for Grandpa when he lost his bride. They lived in their own apartment up until Grandma passed away. Every time we visited him at my in-laws’ house, Grandma’s picture was always next to him.
Love is a commitment.
Is there a better word to describe over 68 years of marriage than “commitment”? I have witnessed no wedding dance as beautiful as theirs on their 65th wedding anniversary. Behind each step and each sway, there existed a passionate love that withstood the test of time and circumstances.
My husband and I have been married over 12 years, and I would love to grow old with him. Perhaps with each passing year, our marriage relationship can look more and more like Grandma and Grandpa’s.