Although I had never met him, I knew my grandfather was five feet six inches tall, while my stately grandmother stood five feet eleven inches.
As a teenager leafing through old photographs with Grandma, I finally realized how unusual they must have looked together.
"Grandma," I asked, "how could you have fallen in love with a man five inches shorter than you?"
She turned to me. "Honey," she said, "we fell in love sitting down, and when I stood up, it was too late."