So much depends
Upon
A red note
book.
Filled with my grandmother’s elegant script.
An abbreviated chapter of my family’s epic.
A Midwestern wedding, October 4, 1944, before Grandpa shipped over-seas
Resulting in,
Exactly 24 years later,
Me.
74 years from their wedding day, this page in history feels pre-destined.
That their three-month romance would bloom for 63 years.
So in love. Always.
And make us.
Inevitable?
Magical.
War works in mysterious ways.
Read the red notebook.
My Grandma will tell you.
Put Out to Pasture 