Grow old along with me/the best is yet to be/ the last of life for which the first was made.
It’s our 41st winter and as Valentines Day approaches I have to laugh over the memories of how me, at age 17 and Dave, at age 20, got married.
There was nothing practical about it; we literally had no money to our names, but it mattered not. We wanted to be together – day and night – and so there was nothing anyone could say. On a hot day in July, 1976 we got married in Queens, NY in the church next to the elementary school I attended – just a few years before. The next week we left NYC, over the George Washington Bridge, into New Jersey, but destined for the “wild west.” Dave had never been west of Jersey.
We were adventurers then, we are adventurers now.
Lesson: Love is all there is. For us, true.
Helene Van Manen/ www.CoachHelene.com