The notebook

The 2 Week Diet

the notebook

It was difficult to concoct the plot for my first (distributed) novel, yet at last, I chose to run with something that I knew I could do. Anyway, what she had me do was put on my tuxedo again. She slipped into her wedding dress, grabbed those two flowers (she’d brought them to the hotel), a piece of wedding cake, and a video that my brother-in-law had shot the day before, and we brought a little wedding up to the grandparents.

 

They had no idea we’d be coming and were excited to see us. My grandfather-in-law slipped into his jacket and put on the boutonniere and we took photographs with them; we went inside and watched the video as we ate a slice of cake, and it was then they told us the story of how they met and fell in love, parts of which eventually made their way into The Notebook.

 

But though their story was wonderful, what I most remember from that day is the way they were treating each other. The way his eyes shined when he looked at her, the way he held her hand, the way he got her tea and took care of her. I remember watching them together and thinking to myself that after sixty years of marriage, these two people were treating each other exactly the same as my wife and I were treating each other after twelve hours. What a wonderful gift they’d given us, I thought, to show us on our first day of marriage that true love can last forever.

 

The Notebook was propelled by my better half’s grandparents, two great individuals who put in more than 60 years together. My significant other was extremely enamored with these two individuals—the other arrangement of grandparents had kicked the bucket when she was youthful—and she was one of those individuals who wanted to visit on the ends of the week, growing up. When she turned sixteen, when she got her permit, she would drive up to visit them on the ends of the week and notwithstanding when she headed out to school (around two hours away) regardless she went to visit them two or three times each month just to keep an eye on them, to ensure they had basic needs, and every one of those things a pleasant granddaughter would do.

 

Since they were so extraordinary to her, my significant other was, obviously, anticipating having these two individuals engaged with her wedding. In any case, tragically, the day preceding the wedding, we got a call and were informed that the grandparents wouldn’t have the capacity to go to. Despite the fact that they were just forty minutes away via auto and another person could drive them, they were in such sick wellbeing that their specialist prescribed they remain at home. My significant other was exceptionally tragic about that, however the day was so feverish, she did her best to put it crazy. I get it at long last struck home for her when she was remaining in the back of the congregation and preparing to stroll down the path. In the back of the congregation was a little table and on the table was a case that had been brought by the flower vendor. It contained the corsages and boutonnieres for the wedding party and our folks, yet as she was remaining there, she really wanted to see there were two blooms left immaculate—those that had been intended for the grandparents.

 

We experienced the function and gathering, we conversed with family and moved, did each one of those average things, and returned to the inn. When I woke the following morning, my better half moved over and met my eyes, looking pretty much as delightful as I’d at any point seen a lady look.

 

“Do you cherish me?” she inquired.

 

“Obviously I do,” I whispered, asking why she inquired.

 

“Well great,” she stated, applauding and talking in a dictator tone. “At that point you’re going help out me.”

 

“Truly ma’am,” I said.

 

Anyway, what she had me do was put on my tuxedo once more. She slipped into her wedding dress, snatched those two blossoms (she’d conveyed them to the lodging), a bit of wedding cake, and a video that my brother by marriage had shot the day preceding, and we conveyed a touch of wedding up to the grandparents.

 

They had no clue we’d be coming and were eager to see us. My granddad in-law slipped into his coat and put on the boutonniere and we took photos with them; we went inside and viewed the video as we ate a cut of cake, and it was then they revealed to us the narrative of how they met and experienced passionate feelings for, parts of which in the long run advanced into The Notebook.

 

In any case, however their story was awesome, what I most recall from that day is how they were treating each other. The way his eyes sparkled when he took a gander at her, the way he held her hand, the way he got her tea and dealt with her. I watched them together and pondering internally that following sixty long stretches of marriage, these two individuals were treating each other precisely the same as my better half and I were treating each other following twelve hours. What a brilliant blessing they’d given us, I thought, to indicate us on our first day of marriage that intimate romance can keep going forever.

 

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