At some point in time (I think she was 22) the young woman decided to put some geographical distance between the dairy farmer and herself.
Ironically, it was he who picked her up from her mother’s house, and drove her to the airport. She had dressed up and put make-up on; the photograph her mother took shows a very handsome couple with too-wide smiles.
In the plane, on the way to London, the young woman tried over and over and over again to drop her burden of love into the various oceans, islands, and even into the black of night. But it was such a massive bubble, this wonderful love, that it lost its footing during a particularly difficult gravity experiment.
It (the love thing) floated easily up into the sky-clouds and had a bit of a rest.
The dairy farmer drove back from the airport to the farm.
The young woman began her ‘nanny’ job in London.
Julie, you’re just not saying enough – I’m waiting for the next part again. It’s quite a beautiful story.
Haha – I’ll write a longer one tomorrow!
Can’t wait! I want to write my autobiography this way, too, someday. I didn’t have the love story you did – but I get such wistful feelings remembering the past. Lovely, Julie.
I adore these love stories Julie. ❤
Diana xo
It’s kind of weird going back so far in time!
Why weird? I love visiting memories. ❤
Diana xo
It just feels a bit surreal atm xxx
How brave you were. Where did you work in London?
Wandsworth.
Not an area I know at all but I’ll bet it has changed a lot since you were there.
I had no idea you had lived in London 🙂
Long time ago now!
It’s so interesting to finally read about the years between the time you met Anthony and the time you married him. I love the way you’re writing this story and can’t wait to find out what happened next!
Now that I’m writing it, I keep remembering things I’d forgotten!
London talk about going far away, although it would had been fun to go to London I would like to go to London one day.
I hope you get to!
Love this Julie!… can’t wait to find out what happens next.
Me too – ha!
🙂