Friday, July 01, 2011
Twenty years ago today, I got married. Smartest thing I've ever done.
Most of it is a blur but I clearly remember my young man's face once I got to the gazebo in the park and stood there facing him. He smiled at me. He was happy to see me. Him so purty.
Over the years, people who didn't know us back then are shocked when I tell them we got married at 20 and 22 years old. You know what? I would have married that guy two years earlier, but we got him through college first and I had some time to save up for the wedding.
I wanted a picture for our 20th anniversary, taken by our talented daughter. The old dress still fits, but the jacket he wore is too small in the shoulders and the sleeves are about four inches too short. He ain't a cute baby-faced kid anymore; he's my big hunk o'man now. Me, I just have more wrinkles.
I just got through a very difficult month, and I still feel kinda pale and frail... but he's solid.
Can't imagine how much I'm gonna love that man in another twenty years.