The Red Notebook

red-notebook.jpgSo 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.