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“I love you, Mom.”
“Hmmm?”
(A little louder) “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too ... so very much.”
I’d been deep in thought, listening to the song we were slowly dancing to.
a chain reaction
No sooner had the words come rushing out of my mouth that I saw a single, fat tear roll down her cheek. She looked at me with incredulous eyes, and my heart pounded.
where it all began
It began in the spring of 1985.
Actually, let me back up. It began, specifically, at 12:30 a.m. on December 26, 1984—the first time Craig and I said "I love you" to one another.
I was a month over seventeen, a senior in high school, and Craig had just turned nineteen the week before, a college freshman home for Christmas break.