I was going through old pictures and in nearly every picture of my grandparents he is looking at her like this.
That’s the kind of love I want to have someday.
They loved each other in a way that Shakespeare wrote about. That only the greats have written about.
I loved that about them.
I don’t think I appreciated it when I was younger.
I do now.
I miss them both like crazy.
If I could just bake cookies with grandma one more time…
Or watch grandpa dive off his pontoon one more time…
Oh! How I miss them.