I started going out with his roommate. A few months later I noticed I was holding hands with one man but was laughing or in deep conversation with Mark. When he wasn’t around, the world seemed dull.
Our first kiss was a dare at a Valentine's Day party. With that stolen kiss, our friendship sparked into more. I lost that dare on purpose. And it was worth every bit of trouble that followed.
5 years later we got married at a courthouse in Papillion, Nebraska. Through good times and bad, sickness and health, joy and sorrow, those vows spoken in front of a judge, have held tight. Neither of us are perfect, but we both try to see the best in the other, we assume intentions are good and forgive missteps.
42 years later the world is always brighter when Mark’s around.