Thirty-two years...

On a Friday morning 32 years ago, I was headed to Griffith Elementary School to teach K-6 Special Education students as part of my Master's Degree program. Buds was on campus at Washington University, working toward his Master's Degree in Economics. We had not yet met, and this was the night that would change.

That evening for our group outing to Casa Loma Ballroom, he would wear his chocolate brown suit, designed and crafted by his tailor grandfather. I would wear a little black swirly-skirted dress borrowed from my roommate Ragsbottom.

We would talk, laugh, and dance together that night. I would ask my friend Katie to get his number, and on Saturday, the very next day, I left a voicemail message asking him to go see Mrs. Doubtfire with me. He picked me up for the movie on Sunday at 2:07 p.m., seven minutes late, and we didn't part company until six hours later.

This is true love.

You think this happens everyday?