My grandfather is the best man in the whole wide world. Of course, I always knew this. When he found out we get 5 graduation tickets as opposed to six, which means my other set of grandparents couldn't come (well, not both of them), he said that the grandmothers should just go and he'd stay home.

I told him NO and that he'd better go, but he's so sweet to offer. I love him. I hope that even though it seems that we live in a fucked-up generation, there is a guy in his 20's who is just as classy and dignified and wonderful as he is. When I meet him, I will marry him.

Does this explain why I want to name my daughter Victoria as a tribute to him?