The Maximalist

My grandparents–some of the most amazing people I know–celebrated their 59th anniversary a few weeks ago. We celebrated by doing our two favorite activities: heading up to Truckee and then eating at Oyo, a festive Guyanese restaurant in Pleasanton.

Their story began in 1964 at a small get-together in Los Angeles. Donald (Gramps) and Joan (Grammie) were both students at the University of California, Berkeley. They instantly hit it off and started dating shortly thereafter.

After dating for about half a year, Gramps asked Grammie to marry him–and the rest is history. Their relationship has spanned more than five decades, eleven presidents and countless moves. And after all of this time, they still maintain the same level of spontaneity and admiration for one another.

From an outside perspective, they live as if each week is Valentine’s Day. And while it is easy to get lost in the motions of daily life, they remain centered and present. Because of the standard set by my grandparents, Valentine’s Day reminds me to be more appreciative of the loved ones that make my life so special.

For this year, I hope to practice Valentine’s Day every day. Senior year has reminded me that life is short. And like my grandparents, I hope to show my appreciation to my friends and family more often. Though my Wednesday evening was spent in the newsroom, I was still excited to celebrate with those I love!