We received our first Christmas card of the season today.
Grandpa and Grandma Cook — Mom’s father and stepmother — sent us a card with an unusually short inscription. Usually, Grandma Cook writes the Christmas cards, and adds something about great-grandbabies or asks how we’re liking our house or something like that.
This year, though, it looks like Grandpa wrote the Christmas cards. Maybe, after 20-some odd years of taking care of their correspondence, Grandma finally flipped and made Grandpa write the cards. 😉
What’s funny, besides the two-line greeting, is that they’ve been forgetting what I used to call them. Apparently, to their other grandchildren, they’re Grandpa Bill (or Billy!) and Grandma Rose, which is how they’ve taken to signing their correspondence to me. *shrug*
Because I must be feeling masochistic this evening, I leave you with this photo of Grandma Cook, my stepdad Tom, me (about age 12), and my Grandpa Cook. This photo was taken around 1988, but Grandpa and Grandma looked like this forever. They’re only now starting to look considerably older, having put on a few pounds and a few wrinkles.
*looks at wedding photo proofs from May 2003*
They really do still look the same, I think, even after 15 years.