Jan 8, 1983 was 27 years ago.
I remember the day well. I woke to the phone ringing asking me if I was coming to get my hair done for my wedding. I thought my appt. was later in the day, they had me down earlier. Dave was nervous and really did not want the car decorated, so we hid my car at my dads and went to the wedding in Dave's old clunker. It was sleeting that day, and I watched as Dave fell flat on his back and bang his head on the pavement. But, the good ole Norwegian he is, not a drop of blood fell.
On this, the eve of that momentous day, I reflect on my constant insecurities before I got married. I thought no one would ever want to marry me, fat, flat and poor. That is how I envisioned myself in that order.
27 years later, I realize how wrong I was. I found someone who loved me for me, and did not try to change me. That means the world to me.
Awww, that was really sweet. But, have you looked at the lovely young woman standing beside him in your wedding pictures? He is lucky to have you--warm,loving AND and good cook!
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Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!!
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