Amanda Takes Off...

Grandpa, Grandma, and Good Man

Today we left Florida. Today, my grandparents celebrate their 62nd wedding anniversary.

Last night Good Man and I poked around in the photo albums in the guest bedroom. Their wedding and honeymoon photos—my God, my grandparents are gorgeous at any age. Grandma in her bikini on the beach in 1948 with a little smirk on her face? She looks like a movie star, especially with her Army Air Corps husband by her side.

We found Grandma's high school photos, and Grandpa's military photos. We also found photos of my aunts and uncles growing up. We found old church directories. And I found photos of Johnny and me at a very young age.

A few nights ago, Grandpa stayed up with us chatting for three hours. I learned so much about him, and about our family. When we finished chatting, Good Man said to me in private, "Sometimes I wish I lived 100 years ago."

"During the Japanese occupation?"

"Well, maybe. It just seems like those times were more interesting than these."

Sixty-two years is a long, long time. I raise a toast to my grandparents. Happy Anniversary to them!