Every so often something happens to remind you of the past. Today, our friend sent us some old photos. Here we are in 1984, a lot younger and a very lot skinnier, on our trip to Ottawa from Regina. We were coming to attend, if I remember correctly, the Association for Baha'i Studies Conference, and oh, incidentally, for me to meet Bernie's family and ask for consent to get married. He surely wouldn't try this trick anymore: I am still strong in my upper body but the strength in my knees is as historic as the photo. His spirit hasn't changed, though, with time; he is still irrepressible and full of fun, and our eldest daughter is almost as old as he was in the picture. He was 24, and I had just turned 28. They were good days.

My son and his girlfriend before their graduation Prom; my daughter en route home from Rwanda, in Paris by the Seine, self-portrait.