Falling (in love and literally)

Mike and I had fun together whether it was hanging around the house or out and about. We enjoyed being together immensely. It didn't matter if it was window shopping, real shopping, or just sitting together.

In March, I gave our sofa away. He had agreed to use his papasan chair until we decided on a new sofa. As he was sitting with me one evening, his chair rolled back and suddenly he was on the floor (still stuck in the chair) and his feet were sticking up toward the ceiling. We were both laughing so hard and he was in trying to maintain his awkward position while we figured out how to get him up. I finally rolled the chair and he slipped out. We laughed for the rest of the evening...

I've always been a klutz. One time Mike and I were visiting the nursing home. And I tripped and fell. Mike didn't break stride. He walked on. He was laughing so hard as I hurried and caught up with him. We laughed together. I always told him that one day he would fall and I would pay him back. He did fall (but not in my presence). He told me that he jumped up as quick as he could and looked around to make sure no one was watching.

Donni