My parents and I moved into an apt. in my husbands's home. He lived there with his mother and sister. I was very much interested in him and always tried to time it so that I would leave for work when he would. It never happened, but one day when I was waiting for the bus, he came along and asked if I wanted a ride. I said yes and we were married six months later. We had three daughters and one son and were married almost 52 wonderful years. He passed away two years ago. I miss him very much, but am thankful for the years we had together.