Movers will be here today to take our furniture to a storage unit where it will sit until the new place is ready. So tonight Char and I will sleep on a mattress in the living room of an empty house.

We’ve done this before (if you see a trend here, it seems we seniors have always done something before). In the fall of 1968 we spent our first night together in similar circumstances in a rent house on North 28th Street. Now, the spot is a parking lot just south of the WTAMU Activity Center.

I wish I could go back in time and visit with the young man in that house. He couldn’t believe a gal so beautiful had said “I will” and “I do.” I’d tell him that the beauty ran deep and had staying power, and that he was as lucky as he imagined himself.

And I’d say what I will say to myself tonight—that I’m living a charmed life with this lady and I don’t want to waste a moment of it.