Sunday, 14 June 2009

wisdom. laughter. memories.

I will never forget last night.

Listening about my grandparent’s lives. Hearing my granda’s impersonations. Listening to some of their favourite ‘numbers’ as they would call them. Hearing them sing along. Watching them waltz together. Learning a few steps myself.

They met at a postcard stand in Aberdeen, Scotland in 1957. She was seventeen. He was twenty-five. Still now, he says he married the ‘right wee girl’. I’ve never met two people still so in love. I near cried twice.

Memories are in the making.

1 comment:

  1. That's almost how old my grandparents were when they got married. My Grandma was 17 but my Grandpa was 24. He's seven years older than my grandma.