Whenever it’s early twilight,
I watch ’til the star breaks through.
Funny, it’s not a star I see,
It’s always you.
–lyric by George LaMond
When I was a little girl, my father returned from work every day in the late spring/early summer just before it started to get dark. Other times of the year, he put on leather slippers, lit a pipe, and drank a Manhattan. At this special time of the year, however, he took me outside with a blanket to lie together on the grass and wait to see which of the two of us would be the one to spy the first star. Actually, it was probably Venus.
Each of us deserves to have A Man in her life. It’s so important.
