Forty Two Years Later....and Holding!

Yesterday, lying in the dentist's chair, white knuckled as always, the Mamas and Papas came on the music system.

 "Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper- I love you-
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream a little dream of me......."

coaxing me to relax, recalling the summer I first heard it, the summer I met the OC, the summer that sent my life off in a totally unexpected direction, and perhaps, his too.

The Prince disapproved vociferously, though he had introduced us; his wife disapproved because we "were too young" which we were; my parents, in their diffident way asked "Are you sure?" Who's ever sure? We certainly thought we were! We were younger in this picture [that's a sixteen year old Blister beside us!] than even our youngest child is now....and I  would certainly disapprove if he announced he was getting married next week!

But here we are, against all the odds, forty two years later, still dreamin'! "Love" is almost too trite a word, the way it's bandied about these days. We survived it all, together.

 Here's to you J and at least a few more!