The Madness of Love

The Day I Met My Future Husband

He was a stranger when a mystery birthday party swept me into his arms.

The Day I Met My Future Husband

Wednesday quite late, I looked in the post
Half an invite sat in the mailman's slot.
Oh! I cried out. What fun this will be! Yet,
Scratching my head, I developed a frown.
Easy to see the big birthday cake, but . . .

Pared in two by the scurry of mailing,
Aghast, I searched, but no name could be found.
Round and round my thoughts all were flying
To ascertain who this person could be,
Yet, all I could find was the fancy dress notice.

I giggled at first, then fretted and worried.
Should I go to the party not knowing the host?

I will, I decided, and I purchased a present
To give to this person, the one still unnamed.

I dressed up fine, wrapped a big box of candy,

Wheeled myself down to the address on top
And knocked on the door to resolve this odd mystery.
No one I knew was this man with the birthday, but
Thank you, he said with a huge grin for my gift.

Then he asked me to dance in his party-clad room.
Oh, how we laughed at the wonderful mishap.

Knowing this stranger no longer mattered,
Now I was there, dancing in his arms.
Oceans of punch and cupcakes with sprinkles.
What a party it was; I'm so glad that I went.


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