I could tell you a love story. But this is a divorce blog. However, for context and fun, I will write you some of the good bits (with his permission, of course).

I noticed his arrival across the outdoor pavilion that mid-August evening where my future fellow law school classmates were mingling and meeting for the first time before our classes started the following Monday. He approached with his big smile outlined by deep dimples.  I was instantaneously smitten. If love at first sight exists, this is the closest I have ever been.

He was a year ahead of me in law school and a few more years ahead of me in age.  He was well-known and well-liked.  He volunteered his time with the social aspects of law school and was an American Bar Association representative for our law college. He was first to volunteer for any community service projects.  He served in the Army Reserves for a weekend every month. He clerked in the Public Defender’s office with low pay and a full heart. He was gregarious, outgoing, likeable, service-minded, and so, so very kind. 


You can find more of Angela's writing in her book Patched Up Parenting.