Grandma and Grandpa were sitting in their porch rockers watching the beautiful sunset and reminiscing about “the good old days.” Grandma turned to Grandpa and asked, “Honey, do you remember when we first started dating and you used to just casually reach over and take my hand?”
Grandpa looked over at her, smiled, and gently took her aged hand in his.
With a wry little smile, Grandma pressed a little farther. “Honey, do you remember how after we were engaged, you’d sometimes lean over and suddenly kiss me on the cheek?”
Grandpa leaned slowly toward Grandma and gave her a lingering kiss on her wrinkled cheek.
Growing bolder still, Grandma said, “Honey, do you remember how, after we were first married, you’d kind of nibble on my ear?”
Grandpa slowly got up from his rocking chair and headed into the house. Alarmed, Grandma asked, “Honey, where are you going?”
Grandpa replied, “To get my teeth!”
I’ve been married for nearly 35 years. We aren’t to the rocker stage yet. But when we get there, I hope to have a step up on Grandpa. I hope to still have my teeth.
Whether you are still nibbling on your spouse’s ear, kissing his or her cheek, or just holding hands, rejoice if you are blessed to have the husband or wife of your youth. Marriage was the first institution of God. It must never be taken lightly.