I’m heading east on Rt. 161 in a 1965 Corvair. Evening is settling in and a first date is in sight with a girl I never thought I’d be able to date. What a feeling! It’s March of 1970 and I’m a senior in high school.
It’s fifty-two years later now, the month of March, and I’m traveling north on Rt. 11 and I experience that same feeling. She has just been released from the hospital and we’ll be returning home after a medical emergency.
Who can find a virtuous wife?
For her worth is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband safely trusts her;
So he will have no lack of gain.
She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.
Let your fountain be blessed, And rejoice with the wife of your youth.
The years go by and the cars get more high-tech, but those feelings of youth can still be stimulated.
Give it some thought.
Gary