love

In 8 days I marry the man I love. At 40 years old I had consigned myself to spinsterhood. Then I met John. We get each other. We enjoy each other’s company. We get a kick out of each other. When I think of something funny I can’t wait to share it with him, it makes my day to get him to laugh. So, on May 23rd I walk down the aisle on my dad’s arm and start a new life. That makes me happy.
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Like most everyone, my young six year old son and I were on a budget this summer. No new mouse ears and no new found seashells. I'd finished the supper dishes, my son already in a daze before the television. What a waste of summer I thought as I picked up the phone to call one of my three sister's. I told her of my blues and the guilt I felt that no big trip could be planned.

I was at a local house show dancing and enjoying the music. I met a great guy and really hit it off with him, when he asked for my phone number I accidentally gave him the wrong number. A friend suggested I write an "I saw you" in our local paper. The guy who threw the house show saw the ad in the paper and showed his friend. 5 years later and we are happily married.

I saw a couple this evening holding hands. What was so special about it was that the couple looked like they were 80 years old or so. It was so romantic that I waited till they passed and took a photo of them from behind. I hope that I am that in love at that age.