Karen H. Richardson, PMP

The day Spike came home was the first time in a month Joey had smiled.

Their day had been seventy-five degrees and sunny. Beautiful. Christine spent the day feeling like a princess. She and Paul had prayed together the night before for peace and joy on their wedding day. The sadness from the funeral earlier in the week had taken a backseat to their day. Before they disappeared to the honeymoon suite they took a walk on the beach. Their conversation was quiet, they had to remember him on this day.

Tina loves autumn. The trees and their color change always stirred her heart to want to slow down. The smell of damp leaves and the crisp crunch under her feet as she swept the sidewalk reminded her that change was in the air.

Aaheli and Ajit were destined to be together. They just didn’t know it. They had met but didn’t remember. Eighteen years ago, when they were two years old, their parents had met. From that day forward each was raised with the other in mind. Aaheli would be raised to be the perfect wife, quiet, submissive. Ajit would be trained to work and be the head of his family. Neither took the news well when their parents explained the time had come for the marriage celebration.

Margaret had been waiting tables at Freddie’s diner for two years. With each day that passed, each table that got waited on, each tip collected, she slowly lost her confidence. Leaving Ricktorsville, as small town in the south to move to Chicago, Margaret was sure her cum laude status would follow. The real world wasn’t very friendly. Her dream of becoming an editor and someday a book publisher rippled each day. Today is Margaret’s twenty-third birthday. She gave herself a deadline of twenty-five to have a “real” job working toward her dream job. The next table she waits on may be one of the last.

Frank loved Myrtle the day he met her the first day of his sophomore year in high school. They dated until after graduation, May 12, 1925. Frank enlisted and was headed into the throws of World War II. The thought of leaving Myrtle without the promise her waiting was something he couldn’t stand. He was scheduled to head to basic training in a week. Frank’s grandmother invited him to dinner. She shared with him the story of how she felt when her husband was called to war. He left and she had no idea of how he felt or if she should wait for him. During dessert she slid a box to him. The ring inside was her engagement ring. Frank would tell his grandchildren that story and many others about his life-long love, Myrtle.