There are so many things I could tell you about this picture.
I could tell you that this is only one of the hundreds of letters that my Grandpa sent my Grandma while he was away at war. And reading through each of them put a smile in my heart that lasted for days.
I could tell you that my Grandma and Grandpa knew how to love each other like no one I've ever known. Nobody's perfect of course, but there's wasn't a time that I didn't see them kiss when they parted, hold hands when they walked, or miss an opportunity to call each other sweetie pie. He protected my grandma and loved her until the day he died, and I love him so much for that.
I could tell you that Matt and I tried to recreate this picture when we were in Oregon a few months ago, but the beach got rained out, so we just sat in the car, watching the chaos of the wind and waves crashing against each other. We sat there in silence, as the windshield wipers went back and forth back and forth, and neither of us spoke, because it was just one of those moments where words just weren't needed to describe how we felt.
I could tell you that my Grandpa spelled the word "tight" like a gangsta. TITE!
But mostly I just want to tell you that at the end of my life, if I have nothing else but a love like my grandparents, I would be completely satisfied. Because love like that just doesn't come around too often.