Love from the Past

I spent my Sunday evening hearing stories about my Mom's family. She told me all about how her Grandmother met her first, then second, then third husband. How she married at 14, then ran 6 months later. Then my Mom told me all about her Mother and Father. How they met at 17 and were madly in love. How my Grandpa joined the army while waiting for my Grandma to finish high school because he was worried that if he stuck around, they wouldn't make it to the temple!

Heritage is just the most amazing thing. It helps me remember that I'm a part of something so much bigger than myself. It reminds me that my little life and my little stories are just a tiny stitch in the design of my family, who is in turn a tiny design in the huge tapestry of human existence.

After hearing all these stories, I remembered a picture I LOVE!!! of my Dad's parents. It was snapped on their honeymoon:



Young love... it led to my Father's family, which in turn led to my family. I've always hated the saying, "All because two people fell in love." But seriously. It's some pretty epic, magical stuff!