He left at the end of his senior year, headed to college, two-hours away.
I joined him three years later.
We never broke up.
On August 13, 2010, the blue-eyed boy with the silver trumpet and the xylophone playing girl with a side pony-tail will celebrate sixteen years of marriage. Our twenty-second, annual dinner at Pizza Hut followed on August 26, 2010
I still pick him.