It would probably be easier for me, emotionally, to write this story as a novel, to change our names, to make various wishes come true, to somehow fix all of the things that needed to be fixed, to write something neat and tidy. But I think the auto/biographical nature of this story is necessary; after all, I have blogged about it for many years.
Anthony must have thought a hippie was at the front door all those years ago.
Julie must have thought the cowhand had answered the door all those years ago.
I will never forget the feeling that washed over me that moment when he opened the door and said hello gruffly. It was as if I had entered into a rough draft of a Mills and Boon novel and somehow ended up in Narnia.
Happily lost. Happily found.
jmgoyder 
I’m all about the real story, so much more interesting – and love your first meetup
couldn’t agree more with Beth!
You made me chuckle, so sweet!
Wow! Right off the bat! Scary and exhilarating, all at once.
Some of us find love when young other are much older, you were young Ants was older