I turned 16 ten days prior to meeting the man I would marry. He was all of 17. We met at a party at a friend’s house on July 18, 1969. 1969—what a year. The years have flown by and we are once again saying, “What a year.” In our family alone, we’ve seen tremendous growth and change.
What could be better than the birth of our first grandchild? Having her under our roof while her parents scout out a new apartment for a move from 3000 miles away to within easy traveling distance.
What could be better than seeing our daughter and future son-in-law in the Sunday Styles of The New York Times? https://www.nytimes.com/2019/06/30/fashion/weddings/rina-cohen-eric-weil.html. Dancing at their wedding.
What could be better than getting a private tour of the new CNN headquarters at Hudson Yards on July 4th? Knowing that the tour guide is our own son who is an Associate Producer at the station.
What could be better than being lucky enough to have met and fallen in love in 1969? Being more in love each day since, and instilling a love for life and love in our children.