“Where do you want to start dear,” she asked as she looked at the papers with all I had written down. She did that thing old people do that sounds like “tisks, tisks, tisks.”
“Oh my,” she said. “What are you willing to do to get back your romance?” I didn’t hesitate for a second and said, “Sell it all granny and pay off the debt we can. Live modestly to pay off the rest. We don’t need the big house or all of our fancy furniture. And, your great granddaughter needs to learn early the gift of charity with toys she doesn’t even know she has because she has so many.”
“Is it all right to call home and tell,” but with that, she interrupted me, “No dear. That man of yours has his own figuring to do, and you need to let him do it.”
She poured us another glass of wine and said, “Patience my dear. If you want it all, all that life has to offer, it would be good if you added your own gift of charity, prayer, and ten percent of your income to the Lord. Then, ten percent to yourself, and learn to live off the eighty percent left. It worked for your grandpa and me during the hard times of the depression and beyond.”
It was a bright sunny early morning when granny answered a knock on her front door. I was in the kitchen in one of her old bathrobes leaning against her kitchen sink in front of the window sipping a cup of coffee when the love of my life walked in. I looked up at him.
“I got off work late last night, he said. “I called, but no one answered the phone. I drove all night to get here and did a lot of thinking on the way.” Then he went silent for a moment. When he spoke again, they were words every woman longs to hear. “Lordy, Lordy darling, you sure look beautiful in the early morning sunlight.”
Granny came into the kitchen and hugged us both. “I’m taking that pretty little great granddaughter out for the day.” As they were leaving, she turned and said, “Don’t sell the good china I gave you dear. You’ll need it for your romance.”
Romance is many things, but the one thing it’s not is things… with the exception of granny’s fine china. I am still setting the table with it every evening in honor of romance.