Nothing could make me happier. Nothing. I was free. Free with my camera and you. And that’s all I needed. Driving out of the freeway that streched out for miles, and miles. I rolled the window down. The wind caught my hair and we laughed as it blew around my face.

Pictures. I took pictures of everything. I wanted to remember this moment forever. I wanted it to be frozen in time. Forever. The outside looked beautiful to me. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but to me it was beautiful, amazing. Everything that day was.

I laughed, we laughed. Together. We talked. We sung to the radio. We smiled. We took pictures of all of it.

We were young, just married. It was a wonderful time.

Now, 50 years later, I look at you next to me, asleep peacefully. The pictures are laying on my lap. I put them on the table and turn off the lamp. I get under the covers, and you just barely wake up. You look at me, smile, then go back to sleep. I smile back, and close my eyes, just as happy as I was back then.