Today is a good good day.
Today, 47 years ago, my grandparents decided to get married despite it raining cats and dogs outside. Their's is not a love story you would find in books. Hardly a love story even. 2 people living together and spending the rest of their lives together. My grand mum born and brought up in richness, a die hard romantic, life of a party, graceful and fluent in more than 9 languages. My grandfather, quite the opposite, silent, reclusive, caring but non-expressive, loved his work, hates doing nothing.
Together, they have faced so much, seen so much, dealt with everything, together. They fight, they quarrel yet they have stood by each other when it meant the most. Sometimes, forever actually means forever, I guess. Touch wood.
Today also happens to be the bday of Jr. I'm at a loss of words about what to say. So I'm just going to say, Many Many Happy Returns of the Day! Happy 22! I'm sending loads of wishes and hugs on your way, on a very very public forum. So before I say something really stupid to embarrass myself, I'm going to finish off this post :)