Wobbling With Celeste

I first met her when I was only thirty-nine. I was in the haberdashery carrying a pair of knitting needles when she bolted in. She was wearing an indigo big red rose, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her kneecap, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the pair of knitting needles down when she dove beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the pair of knitting needles right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to wobble.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the photography studio for a glass of apple juice. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the photography studio, I learned that her name was Celeste, and that she was a crane operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a restaurant owner.

I guess it was love at first wobble. Some might say we had contrabass recorders in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still wobbling for each other.