Twenty-five years ago tonight, after a performance, I chased a curly-headed beauty down the hallway to the landing by the main staircase in the music building at Texas Tech. She had conveniently paused to put on her coat and talk to a friend. I ran up and asked, Would you mind if I asked you your name? No. My name is Amy. Well now that I know your name, would you mind if I asked for your phone number? I called the next day. The rest is history. I love you Amy Goode Faris. Im so glad I finally got up the guts to meet you.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 12:57:03 +0000
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