The Man In The Red Truck

My sister and I have gotten our running plan set up, varying routes so we don't get bored.  On one particular morning, we chugged along on sidewalk, beside a busy road.  Rush hour traffic was just beginning.  It was the last half mile of a 2 mile run.  A red pickup truck whizzed by, with a honk and a wave from its handsome male driver.

My sister asked, "Who was that cute guy that just waved to us?"  With a smile, I said, "I'm not sure, but I think I LOVE him."
Sis looked at me, straight-faced, and said accusingly:  "You want to have his babies!"  That comment made me laugh, and it is terribly hard to laugh and run at the same time.  I could feel a side-stitch coming on.

"I think I already DID,"  I told her and we both were lost on laughter.

I have ridden alongside that particular cute guy with the red truck.  We've travelled the road of life for twenty five years.  Yes, I had his babies, and the babies are now grown.  We will soon celebrate our anniversary in Maine; a special time to mark the beginning of the next twenty five years.  Yes, I happen to love that Man In The Red Truck.