LOVE LETTER TO GRANDMA FROM GRANDPA

Kids today I was going through some old letters and stories that Paris had written this is a valentine that he wrote March 2 2003. Thought you would like to read. So I’m sharing it with you. No crying. This was written after Paris had learned to type and he was blind. I copped it as he wrote it.


My Dearest Sweetheart,

As I sit here today, contemplating our lives together. It is obvious to Me that all must have been watched, planned, and closely helped by loving Angels above. Consider our ever meeting in the first place. Your family, leaving a small farm town in Missouri, and somehow winding up in Mesa. You, growing up as you did, strong, independent, but with an open mind. Your association with friends who were Mormons, and friends of mine. You noticing me in that busy High School. The chance that I would be ready for a relationship, and that you would be ready to begin a new one, that I would go to that birthday party. All of these most improbable happenings that brought us together on that fateful September evening. Consider even a part of it happening and it is unbelievable. It just couldn’t happen, but it did. Thank You Heavenly Father, It did.

When that evening of meeting was ended, my heart was like a glowing ember that would never burn in an other hearth. When we came together a few days later for our first date, it was like the two glowing embers burst into a fire so hot, our lives melted together, All of our focus was for each other. People around us could not believe that it was happening. Two so different were not supposed to fall in love. But we did. With the pulling and yanking we both received from friends and relatives Many young couples would have been ripped apart, it just make our bonding more secure, tempered like the finest steel, and ready to meet the blows of life to be overcome in our future.

We have climbed, climbed the hills and walked the valleys for nearly half a century now. And our heart still burns brightly. Much warmth has been given back to this cold world. Many other warm hearts are burning because of the sparks of the children that we have sent out. I love you honey and I always will.

Paris