So now that I drove down memory lane once, I have another blast story from the past.
Prior to meeting my husband, whom my friends dubbed my "true love," I dated a few people. I was very cautious when dating given the state of my failed first marriage. I took things slow and got out of the relationship at the first sign of trouble. And I met most of the people I dated through existing friends.
In fact, I dated T at the recommendation of one of my best friends. He was a little older than I. And like myself, he had been married previously and had a son. My youngest was two at the time and T’s son, B, was 4. B was a bubbley, blonde child much like my son, but he was special. He was so sweet and so full of energy. And he happened to have Down’s syndrome.
He loved everyone, offered hugs to everyone he met, and laughed often. He also had a habit of clapping his hands while saying, “Happy, happy, happy!”
T turned out to be a player, so we did not last long. But the truth is I think I fell for B harder than I fell for T. I enjoyed spending time with B, reading to him, and playing games. I still find myself thinking about B from time to time and wondering how he’s doing.
And wherever he is, I hope he’s happy, happy, happy.
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