If

My Grandparents on their wedding day, walking out of the Salt Lake Temple.

I love visiting my Grandma Spencer when I come to California. When I was there the other day, I was looking around, looking at pictures and other stuff (I found this one from their wedding - I have always loved it) I found a note my grandpa wrote "to Beverly", my grandma. *

It was a poem titled "If". It is cute how in love they always were. Plus, I have a very dry sense of humor, so I think the poem is witty and hilarious. So this is my flashback Friday (I'll post funny pictures of my bad hair and awkward stages later, I promise).

If I were a monk, and you a nun,
Our lives would know but little fun.
But if without the least intention
We chanced to meet at a Catholic convention,
We'd fall in love! Our hearts would leap
And soar and ring and whirl and reap
The rich rewards of knowing joy
That can exist for girl and boy.
But then we'd have to leave the church,
Leave vows and orders in the lurch,
And join some group more temperate
That wouldn't require us celibate.
For hearts that surge in consonance
Would much prefer incontinence
If you were a nun, and I were a monk,
My plans for tonight would really be sunk.

D.J.S.

* Random Beverly quote from when I was over at her house. We were sitting at the kitchen table just talking about something very normal, like bringing in groceries from the car, and then she dropped one of my favorite new lines:

"Superman, I am not. Batman, I am not. Beverly, I am." I love my grandma.