Hamnet
I’m not sure if every mother imagines every worst case scenario so you can be prepared mentally and emotionally just in case it happens. Or if its just a certain type of personality, like mine. In any case, yes, I get this.
June 12
Thirty-six years ago today, when we were just eighteen, Dan and I had our first date. It was the summer after our freshman year of college. Campus was relatively quiet, our class schedules were relatively easy. Long days eased into perfect Utah nights. We met in Geology 101. I was smitten with his confidence even though it bordered on cocky. One day he passed me a note that read: Make me dinner tonight. With no hesitation I dashed off a response: You make me dinner. He agreed. He made me dinner, which was the plan all along--his roommates and neighbors and Dan all grilled steaks on a balcony hibachi. And they made side dishes. I remember peas. One of his roommates played the record Another One Bites the Dust backwards and we laughed and laughed. Later that night we went swimming and I dove into the pool, which clinched it for Dan. It was many nights of him making dinners that did it for me. Love at second sight , as the song goes. (The Gambler. by fun. Love it so much.) His...
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