I visited an elderly friend today to talk about her sister's memorial. She showed me a picture of her husband the way he looked the week he first entered a room and asked her to dance. The love and desire and life in her eyes took me back to those giddy post war days when the men came home to find wives. For her it was love at first sight.
I see the photos of children, grandchildren and now great grandchildren and know it all started with, Hi, my name is ...... and I would be honored if you would dance with me over sixty years ago.
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