Lovebirds. That’s what all our friends called us when we first married. I guess Don and I deserved it. Money was tight because we were both full-time students, working to pay our way through school. Sometimes we‘d have to save up days just for an ice cream cone. Still, our tiny, drab apartment seemed like paradise. Love does that, you know. Anyway, the more we heard the term“l(fā)ovebirds, ”the more we thought about birds. And one day we started saving up for a couple of lovebirds of our own：the feathery kind. We knew we couldn’t afford to buy both birds and a nice cage, so in his spare moments, Don made the cage himself. We set our cage in front of a shaded window. Then we waited until the crumpled envelope marked“l(fā)ovebirds”was full of bills and spare change. At last the day came when we were able to walk down to our local pet store to“adopt ”some additions to our little family.