Baited Breath
My grandparents and I have good conversations. Our daily conversing can be silly or goofy or serious or deep but most of the time I come away from them a little wiser a little more aware and hopefully a little more grown-up. I was chatting with my Gramma about waiting. I'm in a stage of life where I feel like waiting is the name of the game. It's hard and challenging and not at all comfy but, sometimes, the best things come from it. My Gramma waited for my Grandpa. Let me tell you, that took a while to sink in. She waited for HIM. I mean, in a culture where we, meaning young women, are encouraged to be aggressive and chase our potential mates it was beyond refreshing to hear Gramma's story. She and Grandpa are high school sweethearts and they just celebrated their 50th. And she was the one waiting for him. She didn't become less of a woman so he could become more of a man. She patien...