Celebrating New Love
I was chosen to be the Queen of the Mardi Gras parade at my local senior center. I invited a nice man, who was a volunteer at the front desk, if he would like to be my King. He answered “sure” with a happy smile on his face.
I borrowed two colorful Mardi Gras boas, with battery-operated lights on them, from my next door neighbor; and shiny beads from my daughter, who travels to New Orleans every year. Our costumes were complete for the celebration.
On the day of the event, my King and I led the parade weaving our way around the tables in the dining room. Everyone enjoyed the spectacular procession and the festivities of the day.
To my surprise, the following day, the man sat next to me at my table for lunch. Again the next day he sat beside me, and then he invited me to sit with him at his former table in the dining room. This was something unusual and exciting to me.
Soon he started to walk me home after our senior center lunches and meetings. Eventually we went to a church dinner in our community. The man walked me to my door and kissed me goodnight. It was very romantic in the dark, cool evening. It made me feel young again.
Our friendship soon grew into love. He is my King forever and I his Queen and each day is a day of celebration.
This is the third in our series of weekly love stories, submitted by readers, throughout the month of February.