The fond memories of our courting, the joys that we’ve shared with our children, and without them. It’s been 20 years of adventures.
In the beginning, we shared bicycle riding, poetry, and coffee together. We sat in parks together sipping our cappuccino drinks while he read poems to me (written by him or by wonderfully spoken poets). He awed me with his wisdom and kindness.
I remember my older sister, only knowing him from tough times in the year’s prior, calling me to protest my relationship with him. The man that I was dating was not that “grumpy” man that she had known. She was surprised at whom I had become, almost disbelieving that I could enjoy poetry and literature. She had a lively man picked out for me – someone that she thought was better suited. *sigh* I’d been there, done that; the Mr. Lively type didn’t work well for me.