It started out so innocently . . . his friend invited him to a football game. My friend said it was a double date. We barely spoke. He watched the game – I pouted. I became furious later when, while walking across the field toward the bus stop, I fell into a hole and he laughed instead of helping me up.
We were 15.
At 16 we began seriously dating.
And so it continued through high school – on again, off again, not so serious, very serious.
At 19:
I hope to have an updated picture taken this weekend. Hubbymoose and I both have to work on our anniversary, but I think we may head out on a road trip Friday after the grandgirls go to school. I told his boss today that he canNOT work on his days off this week. We’ll see.
Happy 43rd anniversary, Art. It’s been an interesting 47 years (4 years dating – 43 married) going on forever with you. I am thankful for it all.