Curtis Walker

Imagine opening your front door and finding the love of your life standing there. It happened to me. When I was seventeen years old. Lorrie Jameson, the pint-sized blonde dynamo with her handmade clothes and sassy remarks, captured my attention in a way no one ever had.

At the time, we were both far too young to be making plans for the future, yet tragedy and greed set us on a path that resulted in a love story for the history books. Fast forward over 50 years, and here we are, still going strong. Raising seven rambunctious boys was like herding cats, but now they're all grown, settled, and blessing us with grandchildren. Who knew chaos could be so rewarding?

I won't deny that I've lived my life to the fullest thanks to the woman who's been by my side for all the ups and downs. The one thing I know with absolute certainty: she owns me, heart, body, and soul. Life without her? Unthinkable.

So, perhaps it's time to rewind and start this tale from the very beginning…