When I went on my
first date with my future husband, to a high school football game, I
was fifteen years old. I had no idea that a mere four years later,
we would be at the church house getting married. I figured out
pretty quickly that he was the one and he apparently agreed.
I'm so glad we
made those choices. We've had some fine adventures.
Forty-four years, just the two of us.
I
wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Anniversary week, sweetheart!
If you really know
what you want,
and how to get
there,
then everything
else falls into place.
