I have been thinking lately about a story that my Grandfather told me shortly after Grandma passed away. They were married for 57 years, and I know he missed her terribly after she passed away. Anyway he was telling me about when they first got married back in the Great Depression. The first morning after they were married, Grandma proudly made breakfast for Grandpa like she would for the remainder of her life. Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. I remember laughing very hard when Grandpa informed me the he always hated coffee and could barely stand it, but I stopped laughing and got a tear in my eye when he told me he drank the coffee and ate his breakfast every morning when Grandma made it because he loved her too much to hurt her feelings by telling her he hated coffee. I think that is probably a pretty good description of Love.
Tell your Pookie you Love them, drink the coffee and Make a nice day!!
