Nine Pinwheels

 

We met on a Sunday in May; it was either the 14th or the 21st. I’d just come home from college for the summer, and my mom introduced us at church. In the space of about two weeks, we went roller skating, to a rock concert, and a birthday picnic in the park. Then he left for summer semester at BYU, and I thought I’d seen the last of John. But he called a couple of times from the road, and sent letters – sometimes three or four a week. We were engaged on October 7 and married 82 days later. Monday will be our 42nd wedding anniversary, but we're celebrating a few days later. We've rented a theater for a social-distanced, mask-wearing family screening of Wonder Woman 1984. Because we’re really hoping to be able to celebrate our 43rd anniversary together next year.