When I was a teenager, I enjoyed spending time at the College Lake in Montevallo, Alabama. Something about sitting in my car beside the water was very soothing to me. Sometimes I would get out and walk to the water's edge, just not often.
There were swans at the lake. Swans are not friendly. I am to this day, afraid of swans.
In the spring of this year, I went to the lake by myself once again (this is a major fete considering I'm the mother of three kids). It took me back but not to the point that I felt young again. It was very familiar, though. I understood why that girl (back in the 80s with a completely different set of concerns) would find this place healing.
Luckily, there were no swans present, so I was able to take a couple of photos of the spillway.
Bryan and I did some sparking at the lake while we were dating. We walked across the spillway once and I left a chunk of DNA on a piece of rebar sticking out of the concrete (I still have the scar on my knee).
Bryan took me to the local pharmacy and bought bandages and antiseptic. He doctored my knee.
I fell deeper in love.
I look a lot different from that girl (still just as clumsy),
but the heart is the same. I'm forever falling deeper in love with him. How lucky am I that Bryan is still taking care of me?
*Ya know? He looks just a smidge older too. It suits him, though.
There is a bridge over the spillway now.
If it had been there in 1990, I would have one less scar on my knee. I would also have one less memory.
I'll take the scar.














