As Rudy and I celebrate our 28th wedding anniversary, I begin to reflect.
There was a tupperware party, a yellow VW Bug, and a kiss.
A phone call, Magic Mountain, holding hands, and a smooch.
Followed by a major make-out session.
Weekly phone calls.
Walking and talking inside the lobby of the Anaheim Hilton.
The love letter.
The one bedroom apartment.
A scratched nose.
The return of pinned cloth on a dry bottom.
More sleepless nights.