And there she was. In her blue jeans, skyrocketing on the swing, as though she could actually fly.

Her long chocolate curls glistened in she sunshine and blew in the wind. Her angelic face with little dimples on the cheeks and covered in freckles from the summer sun. Her eyes- kissed by the ocean, as blue as its deepest waters. You could get lost in those eyes for hours at a time, wondering how far they actually went. How amazing must her soul be, if its gateway was indeed unmeasurable.

Her smile was filled with child happiness, revealing a tooth missing at the front. She laughed and my heart skipped a beat.

I went up to her, my pulse intensified and as a true gentleman... I pushed her off the swing.

She fell down and started crying. I stuck my tongue out and mockingly told her “Ewww, get your shtinky girl cooties off the swing, nasty Becky!”

We might have barely been 10, but I think in some way we both knew back then that Becky was going to be my wife.