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 patiently and determedly

kept living life until the day

 they finally exchanged vows.

To me, as a girl in a world of hurry,

a society of get-it-now-or-else

it's really nice to know 

that my baited breath is worth it.

I can keep going strong

and know my grandparents 

are really smart.