Love is one of those complicated emotions that can be so very, very good and turn devastating on the flip of a coin. For me, the pillar of goodness can be seen in my grandparents’ relationship. They were married right in the midst of WWII—they met when my grandpa was an airman and my grandmother was a nurse. It took him a few days to work up the courage to ask her out and he said, “Hey, doll, how about a date?” And she turned around and ripped him a new one.
Sixty-five years and five children later, she was still a little spitfire and he still had a joy about him that made everyone in his presence happy. What they taught me is that love is great, but it’s work and choosing that person over and over again, day after day, that makes a relationship go the distance.