时间：2022-05-26 01:09:08
When you find the ideal companion, you can look forward to creating your own fairytale.
When I was fourteen years old, I lived next door to my cousins, and their cousins lived on the other side of us. We’d heard that if we counted seven stars for seven nights in a row, we’d dream about the person we’d marry. If we happened to fall asleep, or the stars weren’t out, we’d have to start all over again.
Every day we’d check with one another to see if we stayed up long enough to get the stars counted. There were six of us, all within two years of each other.
After several months, I finally made it―I dreamt about the man I’d marry―only I couldn’t see his face. He had short-cropped blond hair and wore a navy blue suit.
Then I met Mr. Perfect while I was working as a cashier at a supermarket. He worked in produce, bagging lemons. He had blond hair, but it wasn’t short-cropped.
Before we ever went out on a date, Larry told me that when he came home on leave from the Air Force we would be married. I thought that was a line if I’d ever heard one, but he insisted that I was his soul mate.
On our first date, we double-dated with his friend and another gal. We went to a drive―in movie and saw Old Yeller. Anyone who has ever seen that movie knows that it’s not a first date type of movie! What person can watch that movie and not cry?
Add that to the fact that I’d just gotten off work and was starving. The other girl on the date was starving, too, but all the guys brought us back during commercials were sodas! They said the grill wasn’t working at the concession stand and the only thing they had was soda. Great! My stomach growled, but I smiled and said that was okay.
So, okay, it wasn’t a perfect date. We had one more date, and then a month later, Larry left for the Air Force. He called me and wrote me letters, still insisting we’d someday be married.
I wondered how I could tell my family and friends that I was about to marry a stranger―and one that was a year younger than me. Would I admit that at the age of nineteen I feared I’d be an old maid and no one else would want to marry me? So I agreed to marry him when he came home on leave.
As things progressed, I finally told my friends and family that I would soon be married. I picked out a wedding dress, but it didn’t come in on time and I had to choose another. My Aunt Martha, five years my senior, decided that my dark brown hair wouldn’t look as good with the white dress as black hair would, so to my groom’s surprise, I walked up the aisle with black hair. The look on his face was priceless.
But the look on my face must’ve been priceless, too. On our wedding day, there he was, standing up at the alter at the church wearing a navy blue suit and short-cropped blond hair―just like the man in my dreams!
We’ll have been married forty-six years on October 2nd―this stranger and me.
（责编：王莉娟）
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