Several years ago, my grandpa told me a story.
He told me lots of stories, my whole life.
He was always sharing stories.
But the story I’m referring to is a specific one. It’s the story about lovebugs.
I remember that day. He was staying at a rehab/physical therapy center after suffering a horrible fall. Despite his situation, he didn’t seem deterred – his spirits were up. So, he was helped out of bed and into his wheelchair and then it was just the two of us.
I’m not sure how we landed on the topic of lovebugs, but there was never any true reasoning for how or why we jumped from one topic to the other. We were always simply swept up in the tides of conversation, going wherever they took us.
And that’s when he told me the story of lovebugs.
Lovebugs – attach to each other for life.
Even now it still reminds me of my grandparents – 71 years together – and all the other long-lived, lovebug type of relationships of the people in my life.
At the time, I was still searching for my lovebug.
Now, I’m about three months away from getting married.
I’ve definitely found my lovebug in life.
I know there are many people still searching for that special connection and, I just want to say, it’s out there. I think we all deserve that love, that special person who wants to share our life with us. We all deserve to find our lovebug.