One long ago day in June 1973 I was walking home from a friend’s house and met the boy who lived across the street walking the other way. We’d met before, and had even gone to the same school, but really didn’t know each other. We started talking, and walking, and he kept making me laugh until we had gone several miles without even realizing it. At one point it started to rain, and still we kept going until we got back to his house sometime that evening.

As it turned out, we were together all through high school and married a few months after graduation. Our journey through life together has been full of joy and sorrow, and time has taken a toll on us both. He no longer has his wavy hair, and a  middle aged face looks back at me in the mirror these days- but the young girl who still lives inside me is still crazy about that sweet faced boy and he still makes me laugh every day!