She walked in unnoticed, shaking rain from an umbrella. A Victorian home. Lightning flashing through the windows. Why tonight? She…
Celebrating thirty-one years.
A warming glow, the candles knowTheir number counts the yearsYour loving light still holds the nightThe winding path still clear…
It was a crisp autumn day in ’59. I arrived early—a rare event in my life.
Celebrating thirty-one years.