#1 He was tall, dark, and handsome–and elusive. I longed for his attention and rarely got any. His smile and laugh were my smile and laugh, for he was my father. I spent my late girlhood and young womanhood trying to fill the missing piece he left in my heart and life.
#2 He was tall, dark, and handsome–and quiet. We were very young, and he was the puppy love, sung about on the radio.
#3 The next was tall, blonde, and fun. He made me laugh. For one sweet summer, we had a good time together, and neither of us ever forgot.
#4 Then came the smoldering blonde, former soldier. He made my heart race, and I wanted to be his wife. I wasn’t worldly enough for him, and he found another right under my eyes.
#5 There was a husband…a poor choice on both our parts.
And.. Last, the love of my life — a short, bearded red-head, who reminded me of a leprechaun everytime he smiled, which was less and less frequent as the decades passed.
Now love comes to me from many, beginning with God, rather than one-at-a-time, and washes over me in wave-after-wave. from family and friends, never ceasing. It is a rich existence.