A Proposal

 I asked Mom how Dad had proposed expecting the traditional “down on one knee and ring” that I had seen on TV. Mom said that they had discussed getting married as Paul had received his WW2 draft notice. The fateful night, the man of few words said “Do you want to do what we talked about?” She answered “Yes.” They kissed goodnight. He strolled off down the street whistling setting every dog in the neighborhood barking. They were married February 21, 1942.

Twelth anniversary

"Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat." Joanne Woodward

A dozen exceptionally good years. This is why I consider myself so lucky.