I witnessed something this weekend that was profound. It’s something that’s always been there, but I’ve never taken time to stop and notice it. I got to witness something so rare and beautiful. I witnessed true love.
My grandparents have been married for over 60 years. That amount of time requires great wisdom, and maybe even more so, great love. To be with someone that long, to love someone through the ups and downs that come in life…it’s an amazing thing to witness in a day and age when divorce has become an easy fix when things get difficult, when life happens.
My grandparents have a love for each other that brings tears to my eyes. The short amount of time I got to spend with them this weekend included some of the sweetest moments. I finally took notice of their love, their strength, their lives. I’ve heard their stories, I’ve looked at old pictures, but this weekend I think I finally got it. I took time walking around their house, taking pictures of the details that are so familiar to me, yet unexplained. Each little nook and cranny holds a memory, a piece of their life together. I was literally looking at their lives through a different lens.
I witnessed true love, and it was beautiful.