My Favorite EVER

This is one of my most favorite family photos ever.

This is my Grandma Sheila.

My mom's mom.

I remember seeing this picture when I was very young

and it made me swoon.

And now I am going to tell you a story of my grandparents

who had a brief marriage but a lasting love and fondness for each other.

I hope I do this justice. It's perfection.

My Gpa was such a handsome young man,

Dashing.

That seems to be the most fitting word.

I wish I had a picture of him as an 18 year old...

He looked like Elvis.

He came from a family of seven.

Although his parents were very traditional and strict

He was still somewhat of a rebel...

My Grandma Sheila was an only child.

Her parents were very wealthy mostly because my great-grandmother

(Nana) was an incredible business woman.

She was also incredibly controlling.

Grandma Sheila and Gpa started dating when they were teenagers.

I want to say this happened when Grandma was a senior in high school

and my Gpa had already graduated one or two years prior.

I'm not sure and I'm too lazy to fact check.

Nana hated my grandpa right from the start.

Which doesn't say much.

She hated everyone.

So anyway Nana and her current husband left town for the weekend.

So naturally, Grandma Sheila had a party.

My grandpa said he was going through my Nana's closet.

(Something I would very much like to do)

And he pulled out her silk robe that was lined with ostrich feathers

and put it on.

Okay so there's my 18 or 19 year old Gpa waltzing around in his girlfriends mother's silk

robe complete with feathers...

When all of a sudden...

you guessed it...

My Nana has returned to the house because she forgot something.

He tells it like this...

and oh this image never fails to make my smile;

He heard Nana's shrill yell.

Their friends started dispersing in all different directions.

He grabbed my grandma's hand and they

jumped on his motorcycle

him still wearing Nana's silk robe and they rode off.

I can see them on that motorcycle, laughing wildly,

ostrich feathers trailing in the air, and my

grandmothers long hair blowing gorgeously.

That story is my happy place.