Impulsive, flighty, hardly an adult though intrigued with independence I lived with five girlfriends in an old house near the one where Ted lived with guy friends. Babysat young cousins sometimes; felt at home like in Harlem at Madison Square where Ted taught Sunday School. Admired his cheerful, hard-working immigrant mother and was awed by his cab-driving job. We applied for Peace Corps, were accepted, assigned! But had to give it up: I was pregnant. Wow, must have gone all the way--when?! Hormones had run rampant; I was blind, confusing passion with compassion, in love with love. And Love saw me through student teaching High School Art; graduation at Knollcrest, marriage in Franklin Chapel where Mom and Dad were married and where we'd met; camping trip to Canada, Maine, Cape Cod; summer in Ruth's Manhattan apartment while she was in Europe, Ted working at Altman's. I may have had twenty loves by then but none as real as baby Christopher stirring in my body's vibrant chrysalis.