I just called my Nonna and Nonno. They are the cutest two people I have ever met in my life. My Nonna invited me over for lunch because she was eating my favourite--Italian bread, diced tomatoes on top with some olive oil and salt. Then, my Nonno came on the phone and said "Hi love, how are you sweetie?" If I could, I would steal them away with me and keep them in my room. I love them. I'm lucky, and I know that.
Every time I see/speak with them, I get so sad because my Nonna's 79 and my Nonno's turning 81 this year. I don't want them to go any where. I want them to live forever. But, I guess that's selfish.