Memory from 58 years ago.

We had been married 4 months and my husband was being sent to Lybia. I didn't want him to leave me but I couldn't go.
The Sunday before he left we drove over to his old neighborhood to say goodbye to his parents. When we left I changed into a bikini and we stopped in a park for a couple of last pictures. This picture he carried in his billfold for years. It is well worn. And well viewed. He was so proud of me.