In October, 1967, I was a freshman at the University of Washington.  Mutual friends introduced Creighton to me ~ we clicked.  On our first date he took me to the Farrells Ice Cream parlor in Bellevue.  This fragile plastic giraffe was on top of my ice cream sundae.  Forty-seven years later it remains a sweet reminder of our courtship and enduring love; a treasure only he and I understand.