Of course, I might be a little biased.
A love that has lasted 65 years
But I think it’s one of the greatest love stories of all time.
A long, long time ago — 65 years to be exact — my grandpa and grandma said “I do.”
I can’t even imagine 65 years.
I’m 28. That’s more than twice my age.
In a society where divorce is more and more common, my grandparents have endured. Through the tough times, they have endured.
My parents and I celebrated with them this weekend. We had a cake and shared a nice time together.
As I sat and talked with my grandparents, we talked about all kinds of things. My mom had mentioned that we should have had a big party to celebrate their 65th anniversary. Grandpa didn’t think that was necessary, they had celebrated other milestones. I said we would have to celebrate their 70th anniversary in October of 2017.
That led him to share a story he read in a magazine where a couple was married for 100 years.
I can’t fathom 65, let alone 100.
I asked how you don’t get tired of someone after that many years.
My grandpa smiled a little and looked at my grandma and told us how he continues to love her more and more all the time.
As I thought about it, I realized that’s the type of marriage I want.
I want to love someone more and more every day for 65 years. And I want someone who loves me the same way.
Perhaps my girlfriend is that person, only time will tell.
But until that time, I have to congratulate my grandparents.
Because after 65 years, this is the greatest love stories I know.
