Youser Manual, Part Three
I found a letter in an old keepsake box—a love letter actually. Across the top of the single sheet of notebook paper, in careful cursive, was the salutation: To Sharla with love. My heart fluttered a little to read those words. The letter was dated March 10, 1975. We were sixteen.
It is not hard to recall this love from my adolescence. It was a good love, a strong love, a true love. It is not hard to remember this love because it was an enduring love—and to this day remains good, and strong and true. In fact, we had lunch together, this love and I, on Saturday. Along with my husband and son. Continue Reading