Yesterday's comments from "Luft" requested a photo of the 17 year old ginny and John. Well, here you go! For those readers who are unfamiliar with our story, it is a good one. At least John and I think so. Here is the abbreviated version:
John's mom would drop him and his sister at Olive Recreation Center park behind my house when we were in elementary school. Little red-headed John would push me faster and faster on the merry-go-round. We attended different schools, so it wasn't often we were together, but we were childhood friends.
In junior high (back when it was still called junior high), we re-discovered each other. My family had moved closer to his family and now we attended the same school and hung out with the same kids. McCambridge Park was where I watched John and the other boys play baseball and John and the other boys watched me and the other girls in the park pool. We danced at the park dances and giggled and talked and held hands as we strolled the park grounds and the school corridors. Sometimes John was the one who held my hand. Along came high school and John and I dated off and on all through our teenage years. Sometimes we dated others, but we were always really good friends.
I didn't see John after graduation. We enrolled in college, John got drafted, I got married. John wrote me a note when he learned of my marriage. He said that he always thought we would end up together, but now I had married someone else. A few years later John got married. He eventually became a high school art teacher. I eventually opened the Creative Block (an alternative art store) and we both had families. John stayed in CA. I moved around: Connecticut, The Netherlands, London, Connecticut, Ohio. Sadly, both of us divorced after long marriages (25 & 28 years). Several years later John attended our high school reunion (supposedly looking for me). I didn't go, but we began e-mailing each other, then talking on the phone for hours since we lived 2388 miles apart. Then we began meeting for weekends which became long weekends, then weeks. John asked me to marry him and I said yes!
John said he always thought we would end up together. He is still my best friend. He still makes me laugh and he still holds my hand. We have been married two years now and it is as if we have never been apart.