Young, tender, vulnerable.
Funny and fun loving.
A crooked boyish smile.
Blue eyes with a Christmas morning sparkle.
Slow dancing, holding me gently, like I was fragile and precious.
Love poems before we ever even kissed.
Dozens of roses and one time a black orchid.
Cutting in at dances when I went with someone else.
Dancing, I only come up to his chin. I often ask: “Are you still up there?”
And every time he answers: “Always.”
And he meant it.
Posted on December 21, 2017, in Love, marriage, Nostalgia and tagged 59th anniversary, memories of our beginnings, romance and need that grew into love, still growing and learning how to love. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.