We met for our first date at the Loring Bar & Cafe.
Without discussing our apparel prior,
we both wore white shirts and black shorts.
From the moment we sat down to dinner,
we shared a comfortable banter,
back and forth,
We danced and listened to Polka music in the park.
He accepted me, and my young son, for who we were,
flaws and all.
I accepted him, siblings, large family and all,
for who they were.
Less than two years later,
he proposed over the 7th inning stretch.
It was easily apparent,
life would never be dull for us.
If we could
this would be a union,
only He could have crafted.
Sixteen years married later,
our friends must wonder,
what is this thing they call love?
And I would never trade him for another.
love of mine!
Sixteen years of wedded bliss.