December 30 - would be Jim and my 58th wedding anniversary. I will begin the day at a Mass for Jim.
How could I have known when I arrived at the historic Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, MD in 1954 that this was the beginning of the rest of my life?
Jim Schoettler, a second year medical student from California, and I, a freshman nursing student from North Carolina, met on a blind date the second month I was in Baltimore. But he had caught my eye before then when I spotted him at Mass on Sundays.
It was not long after that first date that we knew we had found a special connection between us -
We were married 14 months later on December 30, 1955.
We came to Washington, DC for our honeymoon never dreaming we would settle here ten years later.
At this anniversary I feel such gratitude for the 21,805 days we had together.
Those days were charged with the energies of life - happiness, our share of sadness, anger and joy, and most of all the sweetness of love.