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My grandparents were married September 13, 1949. On the day of their wedding, their photographer never showed up. They didn’t have a single picture from their wedding day. We don’t know how beautiful my grandmother was or even what her dress looked like. I’m certain my grandfather was very dapper in his suit, but we’ll never know.

What they did have was perspective. Their love story was unlike any I’ve seen in my lifetime. They loved, valued, and respected the other the way you read about but wonder if that kind of love actually exists. Well, it did exist for them, and together they had three sons, three daughters-in-law, nine grandchildren, and eighteen great-grandchildren. They lived a wonderful life honoring the other until they were separated by death.

My grandfather was an artist. I will never forget the Christmas morning we were all sitting around, and he shared with us the story of how their wedding photographer never showed up to their wedding. They were sad that they only had their memories, which were fading, to remember their day. My grandfather gave us all this picture he had drawn as a gift and a reminder that life is always about perspective. For us, as grandchildren, it was our picture, one we would remember forever. The important lesson that my grandfather wanted us to know was that it wasn’t about having beautiful photos of their wedding. The beautiful was in their love story.

Wiley Miller