Llove Letters

I remember when my mostly perfect bride was a freshman student at the University we attended. I could walk her up the steps to the dorm, but not past the door to the lobby. PDA’s (public display of affection – like holding hands) were absolutely forbidden, and the dorm mother had a thousand eyes. Of course we had our own ideas about what ought to happen at that door, but we were not in charge – and now, much older and wiser, we are grateful for those who cared enough to help us stay on the right path. My reading this morning reminded me that while this sort of thing,…