“Daddy... what's a anniverserary?" asked the cute little blond with bright eyes, a sweet angelic face and tiny ringlet curls, as she watched with amusement while her Daddy tried rather unsuccessfully to straighten his tie. Resisting the urge to laugh, he gently corrected her and kept fussing, "Anniversary, honey.... and it's usually a special …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.