These are my grandparents. My grandfather grew up during the Depression on a farm in the Missouri Ozarks. My grandmother, in a small town on the Mississippi River. They met before my grandfather went to France as a medical tech during WWII. They wrote letters, first as friends then as sweet hearts, for 4 years. They were married 62 years ago, raised 3 boys into men, saw them married to 3 wonderful ladies, and have been involved in the lives of their 12 grandchildren. These two wonderful people are of the greatest generation. If I could be half as wise as my grandpa, or have a heart half as big as my grandma's, I would be 10 times the greater for it.

Here at my grandparents, I have a daily reminder that things are different and will never be the same. I have watched my grandparents age, but more significantly over the past few years. I remember taking long walks, going on field trips and picnics, riding ferries to pick up peaches and apples when I was a little girl. My grandparents would visit us twice a year, now they come only for graduations every few years. Its hard for me to watch my grandfather teeter around and try to remember how it used to be. My grandma seems to be the same, but she has changed. As much as I have wanted to be older and get to the next thing, I would love to rewind back to simpler times when people I love weren't hurting so much and change was not as signficant as it is now. Or stop time now and gather the people I love together and freeze the moment to last a little while longer.