I like to think that this picture was taken in February (in actuality it was December 1939). These are my grandparents, freshly married and in love.
I wonder who captured this moment--so telling, so intimate.
My grandfather died when I was nine years old making my grandmother a widow for 29 years. Oh, how she missed him!
I wish I had thought to ask her about this photograph before she passed away. I wonder what she would say.
To me it is the epitome of Valentine's Day--a sacred beginning that culminates in generations who look back with gratitude and smile.