Ironically, if I had time, I would like to write a story or poem about what an equalizer time is, This idea stems from a thought that made me giggle to conceive ideas about what ways I could imagine for the spouses of my children and their children and what sort of mysteries and tales those unions would create.
I was thinking about the truth in the words that time changes everything. I looked up the locations of my husband's ancestors and thought it was humorous that my ancestors were rulers over his ancestors, but they escaped to America where chance would have it, we met and he ended up more or less my ruler, uh uh uh I was reminded in a class yesterday that husbands do not rule they preside. Either way, without sufficient space given by time we would never have met or ever happened to marry or even speak to one another. But, he sort of rescued a drowning puppy when he married me so he was my hero, and to me that is rich in Irony. Maybe it would make a better story to tell of an ancestor daydreaming an actual event like mine.
They say the best stories are founded in truth.
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