I recall the first time I went to the Philippines. As
my plane came in for its landing, I felt like I was
coming home. I was going to meet my fiancé. A woman I
had written many, many times. How many times our letters
had crossed the Pacific? I had lost track, but then – I
was counting them. That same woman I went there to meet,
did become my wife. And she has made me so happy. The
accompanying picture is from the roof top café’ of the
pension house where we spent part of our honey moon.
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