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Growing old

 A couple of weeks ago my sweet grandma was diagnosed with colon cancer. Because it hadn't spread, a surgery was performed to remove it by taking a piece of her colon. She is doing well and recovering nicely.
  I went to the hospital today to pick her up and as they were preparing her discharge papers she brought it to my attention that 17 years ago today was the day my grandpa died. He had cancer too, and in my opinion, he died way too young. He was the love of her life.
  I've never seen a couple so in love as they were, I remember as a child watching them stand in the kitchen together, both wearing aprons, canning peaches and he would put his arm around her and say "I want you kids to know that this is my sweetheart" as she looked at him with that adoring smile. How cute is that?
  Russ and I are coming up on 8 years of marriage and I've always told him that when we "grow up" I want us to be like grandma and grandpa Whitney, they're the perfect example of what a marriage should be. So far I think we're heading in the right direction.
  I have a quote hanging on my wall by president Gordon B. Hinckley that says: 
  I believe in the family where there is a husband who regards his companion as his greatest asset and treats her accordingly; where there is a wife who looks upon her husband as her anchor and strength... The cultivation of such a home requires effort and energy, forgiveness and patience, love and endurance and sacrifice; but it is worth all of these and more."
  My Russ is my greatest asset and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather grow old with, and maybe even someday, we'll can peaches!

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  1. ScarlettFebruary 25, 2011 at 10:34 PM

    Oh my gosh! I love that quote. What a sweet entry. I also feel that way about Brad. I'm glad your grandma is recovering well!

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  2. SarahMarch 31, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    What a great perspective, what a good Grandpa and Grandma...this story brought tears to my eyes. Praying for your sweet grandma. xoxo

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