On our wedding day, instead of calling all the single ladies to the non-existent dance floor and throwing flowers to some eager beavers, others who could care less and others who had better things to do than be dragged into a room full of people to be openly flaunted as single, we decided to honour the couple who had married the longest.
56 years was the last couple standing.
My GG received the bouquet.
This week they celebrate their 60th. These are my roots. Where despite imperfections and challenges and in the midst of mistakes and lack luster choices one thing remained:
And not the selfish, lustful, or only while its convenient kind of love.
Love that remains. Love that chooses. Love that is determined. Love that is unconditional.
This is my example. These are my roots.
Thanks GG & Papa. I love you. Happy Anniversary.