While guests hovered around Bill, Hillary spent much of the time in a corner of the house, putting a puzzle together with the hosts' children. And that is how I most remember her. Smiling, with no one around but the kids.
Billy adored me as I came closer to that age where we keep losing reasons to adore ourselves. While sipping happy hour cocktails with girlfriends, I'd discuss my middle school boyfriend. "He was important," I'd say. "It was such a sweet thing. It was special."