Growing Old…Together


*My husband George and I at an event in 2008

I can still remember the exact moment that I met my husband. I was at my cousin’s party and he walked in the door. He was a snappy dresser then, everything matched. I asked my cousin Connie to introduce me, and she said ” I’ll take care of it” and she did. So began our love affair. We had a lot in common, we both were divorced and wanted to take it slow. Every week we went to drive-in movies, lounges, softball games, dances, concerts and restaurants. He was and still is a avid Saints fan and at that time was a season ticket holder. He purchased season tickets for me and we attended the game together. It was a magical time.

I can remember when he asked me to marry him, after three years of dating. We decided on a June wedding with all the trimmings. But our plan did not go as planned, when we discovered that we were going to be parents. So on October 6, 1979 we were married. I can still see me walking down the aisle on my father’s arm toward my future husband, George. He had the biggest smile on his face and love was in his eyes. I will always remember that time in my life.

Fast forward two children, three grandchildren and thirty-six years later and the love is still there. It’s not the can’t wait to see you love, or the I love you so much I can bust love either. It is a comfortable love, the love knowing that he is there, the love when he cooks my favorite meal, cuddling as he climbs into bed for the nite. Yes we both have changed, my hair is gray, and I am not a size seven anymore. He has lost his hair and has a little stomach. But we love and appreciate each other, we are God willing growing old together.

Well folks, I am signing off, until next time.

Bottoms Up !!!!!
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