Being married to a good man…

Being married to a good man…

The last conversation from a visit with my 98-year-old Great Great Aunt Ruth on Saturday…“Will you come again next year?” Aunt Ruth asked.“Yes, I will, if I’m not married.”“Well,” she smiled, “I hope you’re married.”I giggled. “I hope so, too.”“How old are you again?” she asked.“Twenty-two.”“That’s a good age to be married,” Aunt Ruth said…

The End.

The End.