LeMoyne Star

I was staying with my family in upstate New York during the summer break in 1978. We went to church on Sunday – a tiny chapel that I’d help to build – and my mother introduced me to a tall young man who’d recently joined the congregation. We went roller skating, to a rock concert, and to a picnic in the park. Then John and his Ford Mustang left for BYU. He stopped to call (this was when long-distance phone calls cost real money) several times along the way. I remember my grandma saying, “Linda, I think that boy likes you.” We were married before the year was out. I like to joke that the only thing we had in common was the same wedding day. But we had very similar taste in books, music and movies. We still do. Tomorrow we’ll have been married forty years and eleven months. But today is his sixty-fifth birthday. Happy birthday, John!