Love is so many things, at different times. Love of a child, love of mate, love of an idea. In my collection of photos, in the old of my grandparents and my own shots, there are a few that stand out.
This one shot for me though says it all. This shot is of my Grandparents, it was taken around the mid-late 1930′s. From this one picture you can see how enamored with her he was. Grandpa was a quiet, reserved man. Grandma was vivid and fun and lived life. They were an unlikely pair, from different worlds. She an Anglican, him an Irish Catholic. He was from money, she was not. She grew up in the country, him in town. Her Dad was a farmer, his was a judge. His family looked down on his choice, thought Grandma was beneath him.
However Grandpa new that she was a wealthy lady in all the ways that mattered.