Early childhood memories are rather vague in my mind. I believe it might be that I don't want them committed to memory. I grew up in a rather dysfunctional family with so much chaos in a house that was never a home. My husband and I met and fell in love where we both grew up in a small town in upstate New York. We couldn't recall our first date; it was as though we had always been together. We were inseparable and I knew this was not just a flash in the wind, but a storm that had a rainbow at the end with colors so bright that there would be no end to all the possibilities. In a small country church we joined our hands and hearts in a marriage that would last for almost 45 years. Life would become an adventure filled with love and devotion, the expected and unexpected, and a life I wouldn't change for all the riches in the world.