Secrets of True Love: Part 1
Let me rewind for you. Ever since I can remember I LOVED to write. I loved to be creative and let my imagination just run free! I would start these adventures and let my parents read them and they would get hooked and then I would never finish. I would sit at my window and gaze out imagining I was some undercover detective staking out a case. The best and most well known detective who was only 12. I had my pen that hung around my neck and my notepad writing all the suspicious things my neighbor was or wasn't doing. Sometimes I would even take a ladder and place it in my parents yard, climb up with binoculars, sling shot, and lots of rocks just waiting for some person or thing to cross my path. Again, my pen and notepad with me at all times. I wrote and wrote. My writing style, vocabulary, spelling, grammar and so on well...all not up to par, but I still enjoy to be creative and expressive through writing.
The night before Dennis and I got married back in December of 2002 I gave him a small present. He unwrapped the paper and in both hands he held a small hardbound brown book titled: