I’m old school. I still believe in dates. Opening the car door for her. Buying flowers. Surprise her. Shaking her dads hand firm as shit and helping her momma do the dishes. Nobody taught me this. And I’ll pass this down to my son, if I’m lucky to have one. Body language matters.
My grandpa told me the second he looked at my grandma he knew she was his gift from God and idk I’ve ever smiled so much in my life. Grandparents are a gift. That’s what I want in life.