Love – Defined By My Grandparents

Though my Grandparents have passed, their memories live on. They were married for 63 years, something incredibly uncommon these days.

They met at a church camp meeting. My Grandma’s sister introduced them, (at my Grandma’s insistence). Her sister warned her not to go too crazy as he didn’t like girls who chased him.

My Grandma had this feeling that he was the one. She was fifteen. He lived in South Dakota. She lived in North Dakota. I don’t think anyone would have believed that was possible then. But their paths crossed occasionally over the years-mostly at church events.

One day, my Grandma ran into my Grandpa when he was working on a Bible School campus. How it all came together she described as a God thing.

Their first date: October 1949

Engaged: December 1949

Wedding Bells ring: June 28th, 1950

They were married for 63 years!

Pretty crazy, right?

I think the thing I’ve learned the most from their relationship, is that love is unconditional.

They loved each other not because their relationship was perfect, but because they worked for it to be the best it could.

They loved each other through good and bad times.

One thing my Grandma said about making marriage work was that it is all about commitment.

They chose each other. And they kept that promise.

My Grandpa had said jokingly, in reference to my Grandma that

“When I got married, I told you I loved you, and if I change my mind I’ll let you know.”

They both had a great sense of humor.

I still remember how my Grandpa would just smile and sit patiently when my Grandma was shopping (and taking forever to decide on what to buy…wonder where I get my indecisiveness from…). And how my Grandma would patiently sit with my Grandpa as he liked to watch the birds outside. She probably didn’t always want to, because she liked to keep busy. But she liked spending time with him, and he liked sitting in his chair birdwatching from the window.

This is the kind of simple and unconditional love we should all be looking for.

Maybe it’s the “hopeless romantic” in me talking, but if my Grandparents could have that kind of great love, then I think anyone can.

And that’s the kind of love I want. I don’t want a perfect love like I see in the movies. Just a long lasting love. A real love. Like the kind of relationship my Grandparents had.

Funny. Sweet. Honest.

Real.

The kind of love that you don’t have to chase after. The kind of love that no matter what you do, you can’t stop.

The kind of love that lasts a lifetime.

love

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Hi! My name is Rachel. I love to write. Write about life, love, and reflect on how the past builds the future. Mostly, I love to tell stories because I believe there is something about stories that brings the world closer together. You can check out some of my writing reflections here at Rachel Writes.

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