08/18/2026
My grandparents celebrated 70 years of marriage this past January. On Friday, we said goodbye to my grandpa.
They were high school sweethearts, together through the Korean War, raising eleven children, decades of ordinary days, hard seasons, joyful ones, and an entire life built side by side.
Recently, when we brought my grandma to see him at the hospital, Grandpa thanked us for bringing “his girl” to him.
His girl. After 70 years of marriage.
I know a love like theirs was not effortless. Seventy years of marriage holds sacrifice, forgiveness, commitment, laughter, heartbreak, family, faith, and the choice to keep showing up for one another again and again.
But what a beautiful thing it is to spend a lifetime loving the same person.
As someone who gets to work in weddings and celebrate the beginning of so many marriages, this feels especially meaningful to me today. The wedding day is beautiful, but a lifetime together is the real love story.
Seventy years. High school sweethearts to 92 and 93. What a gift their love has been to all of us. 🤍