February 22nd was my Gran and Papa's wedding anniversary. The family tale is one of old-fashioned romance where my Papa was so sure Gran would be his wife that for their first date he bought a tandem bicycle (at great expense) and met her on the bridge in Ayr from where they spent the rest of their marriage with Gran on the back of the bike pushing him around Scotland.
Every year on their wedding anniversary Papa would go into his garden and pick a small bunch of snowdrops to give to Gran with a box of chocolates thus for me snowdrops have always represented love. This morning I walked out my front door thinking of Gran and Papa and noticed that the first snowdrop in my garden had opened overnight. Perfect timing.
Happy wedding anniversary Gran and Papa, you are missed everyday.