It was a half-blind date of sorts, she never having seen me, but I’d eyed her and so with college bravado called to ask her out. So how will I recognize you? Her question was quite fair. I was not born to be quick on my feet but in that moment, a moment she tells our children about to this day, I said I’ll be the one smiling. It now sounds such a crafted line, but that’s the god-honest truth. These days we’re fortysomething, still amateurish in the sense of asking how to recognize what lies ahead. All we know are clip-winged seasons and a boy and girls grown tall. She brushed past the other day though and I saw her as she was only seconds ago on that campus walking with breeze and youth in her hair. I could not help but smile. In moments when I try to make sense of my by-god life she is the keystone.