my grandparents had the kind of love that inspired movies and novels, and as far back as i can remember, i wanted to be just like them. i wanted to find someone that would be my best friend, someone that even after 20 years would make me run to the door when i heard their key in the lock. city dwellers would say that i was a child bride at 26, but in my head i was pretty late in the game for sharing a lifetime of memories with someone. when i met jon, however, i found that all the waiting only made the finding sweeter. i look back and i suppose i don’t mind the waiting at all — it just becomes part of the story.
today i wanted to make ginger lemonade and serve it up in a midwest wineglass, and i had to convince myself about the value of waiting as i went. the cutting of the lemons and the drying of the glue was a bit trying, but i just kept thinking maybe the lemonade would taste all the sweeter for the wait? i made the midwest wine glass out of dollar store candlesticks and dollar store mason jars (yes, as in, $2 each):