Monday, August 30, 2010
The Waiting Room
It made me think about how fast time goes by. One minute, I'm celebrating my 5th birthday with her; the next minute, I'm celebrating her 86th birthday with her and my own children. One minute, she's helping me tie my shoe; the next, she needs help tying hers.
One of those long afternoons while sitting in the waiting room with my grandpa, I asked him how they met over 65 years ago. A smile quickly spread across his face and he proceeded with this story.
My brother called me up one day and said, "I know the girl for you!" So he called her up and asked her if I could call her. She was working at the courthouse at the time. When I called and asked her if she'd like to go out sometime she said, "I don't know you." My response was, "It wont take long!" I soon left for two years (in the Navy). When I came back, we were engaged, then we had fun and partied for three months.
I loved how he giggled and smiled throughout his story as he told it. I loved how she waited for him, not only through that first tour of duty, but several others for years to come as he traveled the world.
I especially love how he now sits by her side while she's so ill. The last couple years have included many nights in the hospital and he sits by her side every time. After sixty-some years, they still mean the world to each other.