We all have real-life family love stories. Here is one from my family lore: My Grandpa Karason emigrated from somewhere in Europe (a happy wanderer and draft dodger) to the US, but when he felt like he needed to marry, his heart carried him back to his home country of Hungary. While at a fair one day, he saw a young woman with delicate hands and a dark braid encircling the top of her head like a crown. He watched as she cocked her head to the left when she gave her shy smile which lit up her dainty brown eyes to thank customers who bought her shoemaker father’s wares. Grandpa turned to his friend and said, “See that woman behind the shoemaker’s booth? I am going to marry her.” When my grandfather had his mind and heart set on something, he could not be moved. He did marry that woman behind the booth and gave me the most loving grandmother a child ever had. They have both passed on, but their story continues. I hope you, Facebook friends, have time to remember a family love story today–or maybe even start one! And I’ll try to write a poem about it.