DH's (then BF) penchant for pictures and posing and all things that looked good on the outside when in reality things weren't so great on the inside, was evident back then. Under a tree in Dawes Park, no kids, no worries, just us ...what could be better, right? Right. If I had only known then what I know now... But there is forgiveness, and the Grace of God, and the passage of time. Memories remain, especially the good.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead (Song of Solomon 4)
Located closeby was our future first home as a married couple. Across the street was the Ramirez's home (future spouse of my sister lived there). A couple of blocks down was my childhood home. Romy lived with his sister's family, a couple of blocks away in the opposite direction.
