"How do you guys do it? Shawn and I seem to bicker all the time, and our two boys have us pulling our hair out on most days."
"I've learned never to take anything for granted," I heard my granddad say. "Grab a hold of what you love and never let go. I knew a good thing when I fell in love with your grandmother. I caught her then so many years ago, and she's still right here in my arms."
I felt tears in my eyes at that moment. "I wish we were like that." I sighed, glancing out the back window, watching Shawn as he played hide and seek with the children.
"Life is what you make of it, and so is your love," Grandmother breathed. "If you love that young man, Sabrina, then tell him every day. Hold his hand at every opportunity and never let him get away."
Glancing back at her, I smiled weakly, trying to wipe my eyes nonchalantly.
"Do you need a tissue, dear?" Granddad asked, moving as if to stand.
"Sit down, Danny!" Grandmother barked suddenly with a grin. "I'll get the poor girl a tissue. You know your leg is bothering you today."
"When doesn't it bother me?" he asked sourly, rolling his eyes.
"Come with me, dear."
Grandmother led me out of the room and down the hallway to their guest room. Opening the closet, she reached inside and pulled down what looked like an old scrap book. She handed it to me and sat next to me on the bed.
"Here. I think you should read these. I've never shown them to anyone, not even your mother. But she was never too interested. I thought you might be, since you want your peace with Shawn so badly. Perhaps a glimpse into the past is what you need."
Grabbing a box of tissues from the nightstand, she placed them on my lap before she smiled. "Take all the time that you need, dear." She left the room, closing the door silently behind her.
I was alone and wondering about the book she'd given me. It was heavy as I cracked the cover and rifled through old photographs and newspaper clippings from the forties. One of the photos was a creased and well-worn picture, one of my grandmother in her younger years, looking provocatively over her shoulder near a pool. She was in her bathing suit, and I considered silently if this was the picture Granddad had spoken of only minutes before.
A lock of blond hair followed, along with a dried and pressed rose carefully tucked between the pages. As I kept thumbing through the book, I came across some old letters and gasped.
Their love letters!
They appeared to be bound in the order they were written. Pulling out one of the tissues, I dabbed at my eyes, already misting up before even reading the first word.
I was glad Grandmother had given me the whole box. I just might need it.
Licking my lips, I tucked my long hair behind my ears and began to read.