youth

My husband and I went to college together. But we didn't go to college together, you see. In retrospect we figured out that we met during freshman orientation. A failed, forced scavenger hunt mixer between our respective dorms, in which all I remember is lounging on the lawn with one of my budding best friends, laughing snarkily about how those guys over there were so weird but at least they didn't care about the stupid scavenger hunt either. But we didn't start dating until senior year. And only halfway through that. So whenever we wax nostalgic about college days, we each have our own memories, our own stories, our own epic escapades with our own groups of friends. Last week we stood outside in the settling dark of a warm summer night. We'd let the dog out before turning to head to bed, all three boys already lost in slumber upstairs. And as we stood there, barefoot on the edge of another lawn, August grass already curling into early autumn's brown, I turned to him and … [Read more...] about when the nights were full of promise