100 Word Memoir: Meeting My Soulmate

I met him on Mill Street, and we walked up Mill Hill that fateful September 29th of so many years ago. He was 21, I was 20. The harvest full moon and the autumn cornstalks staged the scene for our first kiss. We walked down Mill Hill holding hands, sharing stories, sharing our future dreams, sharing tiny tidbits of what we believed then. We were in college together, young and idealistic.  Some forty years later, and two daughters and two cats later, we still celebrate that magical, momentous evening from long ago, and embrace the journey we are still on.