This will be the last post about my family, I promise. I’m almost done with my piece on Brenda Ball. I’m incredibly behind on my ASL class and I’m dreading checking my email (I’m putting it off until tomorrow morning). Anyways, these are some really neat old love letters my Grandfather sent to my Gram during the Korean War. They were a little older when they got married in 1954 (she was 32 AND two years older than him!), and I’ve always admired that my Gram waited for the right person. She didn’t marry the first attractive guy who looked her way. She’d always tell me not to commit to just one fellow and to date around… and she did, she’d date a few guys at once and not think anything of it. My Grandma had this classic, ol’ timey beauty to her that you don’t see often anymore, and my Grandfather looked like he had a really great sense of humor (he died when my Mom was 11). When I asked my Mom to tell me about her Dad, she said she remembers ‘a lot of giggling in the other room before bed.’ He loved to make her laugh. After he passed away she never had any interest in remarrying, or even dating. My Mom said Grandpa was her one great love and he was it. She wasn’t interested in anyone else. Whats strange is I feel the same way about my husband. All I ever wanted was to get married, to have what my parents had. I thought I had it a few times before him but (thankfully) was wrong. I think he’s the person God made for me, and if anything ever happens to him I’d be done. I hope I never have to worry about that.

Anyways, here’s the cards, and I included a picture of my Grandparents on their wedding day.