For twenty one, we must return
to my thirteenth year
where a boy noticed me in passing.
It was sheer luck we were there
in the same room, at the same time
at Kennedy Space Center.
On vacation with our respective families,
we had come from vastly different worlds.
He was born in Detroit the year before I was born in Atlanta.
There was never a reason or even the probability
that our paths would ever cross,
but fate had made other plans for us.
At twenty-one, I walked into my best friend’s house
and there he sat at her table
eating bacon and smiling as if he knew me.
It took us many years to figure out why we felt we’d met before
but it only took two years to know that
we were much more than friends.
He was all I’d ever dreamed about,
all my fantasies given life.
I never knew what he saw in me but I’m glad he did.
From our first kiss in October
to our marriage in January,
I knew I had my Prince Charming.
Next January will be thirty-one years
spent with the love of my heart.
God brought us together and together we will stay.