I truly can't imagine myself at the age of 90...I mean, will I still love sequins and feathers and fringe? Will I still love capturing that perfect moment in a photo or hiding behind a romance novel late on a Friday night (or smack in the middle of the day when I SHOULD be doing laundry)? Will I still love long hair better than short, favor high-heeled boots and platform shoes, and think I need a new handbag every six months? Will I have oodles of grandchildren and maybe a few greats? Will I have been a Relief Society president (heaven help me!) or a passionate genealogist? Will I still love to sing at the top of my lungs to a dramatic Broadway tune or giggle with my children over semi-inappropriate behavior during prayers? Will my family know of my love for my Savior or think I have tried to exemplify his life through how I have chosen to live mine? Will I still be laughing and snuggling with my Shayne?....
My dear Grandpa Melvin Wakefield has come to that milestone age in his life. We celebrated his legacy as friends and family gathered on a rather blustery September evening to honor the man he is, the life he has lead and the example he epitomizes. I know no better man. He isn't perfect, he has his funny quirks...as we all do. But, for as long as I can remember, he has done his best to preach the gospel in every aspect of his life. He has invited strangers off the street to dinner and has declared his devotion to Christ in every speech I've ever heard him give. I know where he stands, and I SO admire him for that. So, Grandpa...I have loved you, I love you still, and I am grateful for who you are and what you mean to me. XOXO, L.
Will we be riding our Rascals to the nearest bakery? Laying out in the backyard in matronly suits? Yapping on the phone for endless hours? Carpooling to the pharmacy for our hemorrhoid meds? The answer is a resounding YES!
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