I remember the night I fell in love. We were parked in the country sitting side by
Side in the front seat of his powder blue Plymouth. His arm around my shoulders
Warming us both. I’d been out of town a week for Christmas break. He’d missed me
He’d said, and leaned in for a kiss. On a whim I snatched up his motorcycle helmet
From the backseat and put it on. He kissed me through the face shield. I giggled,
I think I might like you. Without hesitation he responded, I think I might love you.
He raised the barrier and kissed me again, my lips felt his heat as my heart did its
Best bird imitation, fluttering helplessly. Life changed at that instant.
Our futures merged in some soothsayer’s crystal ball, ups and downs, crappy days,
Great ones, children and grands. Forty years together began in a Plymouth Fury.
