I said to my friend Eddie.
But Eddie just smiled and shook his head.
“
That’s the stuff of Hollywood flicks.”
I first saw Katja across the lawn
at our Antioch College freshman mixer.
She was wearing a white dress.
I was immediately smitten.
So pretty, so friendly, such joy.
‘That’s the girl I want to marry,’
I said to myself.
But I was so shy
I couldn’t speak to her,
even when we were alone in the dorm lobby.
Two years later
I did finally meet her
when we were both on co-op jobs
in Wisconsin.
She came to visit me in Madison.
Three months ago
was our sixty-sixth wedding anniversary.
Google reports that fewer than one percent
of married couples reach
their sixty-sixth anniversary.
We are the exception
only because
I married the girl of my dreams.
