22 years ago, on the plain of Salisbury at the ancient site of Stonehenge, (while sightseeing with his mother), a young airman (then stationed in England) met an even younger lady from KC Missouri who was then attending classes in the Netherlands and was sightseeing through England. They struck up a conversation that continued through the day and into the evening hours. They stayed together the next day as the young woman agreed to retrace her trip back through Bath and then on to London on the train where the two separated but agreed to remain in contact.
2 1/2 years later, at the invitation of the now sergeant, the young lady, having returned to the states, agreed to a visit in Abilene, Texas where the man was now stationed. She brought her mother on the trip.
The next day they all travelled to San Angelo to meet the rest of the young man's family and on a creek west of town as the sun was setting, shared their first kiss.
2 1/2 years later, a long time, because though devilishly handsome (well, at least devilish) the young man was not too bright, he asked the young lady to marry him.
Owing no doubt to a momentary lapse of reason, she said yes.
After 17 years (today) and two kids, she thankfully, has not regained those senses and the man (not so young anymore) yours truly, remains more madly in love than when that first kiss was shared.
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