Ellen and I practically grew up together. The earliest image of us was me, at about 5, sitting next to baby Ellen who could barely hold herself sitting up. I also vividly remember what her mother looked like before her passing. Now at 27, she looks exactly like her mother. Her father always told stories of her cleverness, especially when talking back to adults. And those stories are still being told and retold by my mother (our parents have been best friends). Some things just never go away.
After almost two years of being single, she’s finally found love again.
Love is in the air… Sweet romances of Spring.
So, World, meet Ellen and Eugene. Eugene and Ellen, meet my World.