I recall going to my grandparents nursing home for thanksgiving dinner. The hustle of the 20/32 cousins was enough for anybody in the room. My tiny grandmother, and grandfather sat at the end of the table holding hands and smiling. They truly enjoyed and loved each insanely. There love was something amazing and something I will always cherish. You could feel the heat of everyone sitting closely together. We ate the food the kitchen staff at the nursing home had prepared. We had turkey and and gravy and mashed potatoes. It was a good meal, but the thing that made the meal so memorable was the fact that my family got to be together I got to witness my grandparents marriage that lasted 70 years and was filled with amazing love.