Baby You're a Firework!

The second time I would see fireworks in my life would be as a young bride returned home after her first two years of marriage. My husband having left the Air Force to marry me decided to give it a go once again. High interest rates during the Carter administration proved much more difficult in civilian life than had been expected. A new career field needing to be learned, my husband would travel to Biloxi, Mississippi, for three months. A summer to reconnect with my childhood Bobwhites was a dream come true.

Side by side poolside towels, our portable radio heard under the giggling of shared stories of romance, the Bobwhites each were falling in love. Imagined weddings and future lives filled our slow hours under the sun.

We would share a sky filled with fireworks, arms entwined knowing these would be our last days together. Our futures would separate us by miles, careers and families fulfilling each of our summer wishes for a life filled with happiness. How achingly sweet it is for me to picture the five of us on our towels knowing now we had each chosen the right men to love.