I REMEMBER

I remember the first time I saw my husband.  I remember his strong tennis player body.  I remember his kind face and deep blue eyes.  I remember him telling me he was going into the film industry and wouldn’t quit until he had succeeded.  I remember our first kiss which I had to initiate. I remember when I first thought maybe I loved him.  I remember our cross country move to Los Angeles.  I remember when we realized we didn’t want to raise our boys in L.A.  I remember our next cross country  move to Annapolis.  I remember looking at my 30 year old stressed out  husband across the dinner table and thinking this is what he will look like when he is 60.  I remember our third cross country move to San Francisco.  I remember how happy he was with his new job in the film industry.  I remember living in a 20 foot trailer with two small children for 3 months.  I remember how surprised we were to find out I was pregnant with our third son.  I remember buying our house on the day he was born.  I remember thinking we made a mistake the night we moved in - with the house, not the son.  I remember how easily our fourth son slipped into the family.   I remember the joys and the challenges of having four sons under the age of 6.  I remember the joys and the challenges of having four school age sons.  I remember the joys and the challenges of having four teenage sons, testosterone dripping off the walls.  I remember looking at my husband when he turned 60.  I remember thinking he looks like a healthy 60 year old instead of a stressed 30 year old.  I remember the weddings of my sons.  I remember the funerals of the older generation.  I remember the births of my grandchildren.   I remember . . .