I asked him to write the thank you portion for our programs. He's been procrastinating, so I gave him a Tuesday night deadline. This morning I open my email and this is what he wrote. Yes, I cried at my desk
It was 11 years ago, almost to the day, that we said goodbye to each other at LaGuardia Airport. A summer romance that took us from the Champs-Elysees to Piccadilly Circus, the Cliffs of Dover to the streets of Amsterdam, and from Tel Aviv to Sv’at, set like a Masada sunset. And through the coming years, it would appear that time would tell the tired tale of a summer fling from yesteryear. Yet another encounter in Paris - this time in Las Vegas - would ignite a transcontinental romance. The next two and a half years would be filled with frequent flier miles, all-night flights to and from Columbus, airport food, 405 traffic jams and Skybus (remember Skybus?!) The joyous curbside embraces we that we longed for would always be followed too soon with dreaded tearful goodbyes. Though the distance would challenge us daily, two things would never be doubted have led us on a winding path to this day: our love for each other and the unwavering support from our family and friends.