It was the first day of eighth grade. \u00a0I was sitting in home room. \u00a0The next thing I knew, I was walking down the hall way. \u00a0I was being sent to the principals office with this kinda cute guy.<\/p>\n
“Good grief.” \u00a0I though to myself. \u00a0I have not even made it to my first class and I am already trudging down the hall to visit the office.<\/p>\n
No. \u00a0We were not in trouble even though it would make my story so much better. The office had neglected to put our milk passes into the packet that went to our homeroom. \u00a0We had been sent, together, to retrieve them.<\/p>\n
And that is how MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I met.<\/p>\n
We talked on our way to the office and were kinda, instantly friends. \u00a0That friendship has never died away.<\/p>\n
We dated each other off and on for nine years. \u00a0We would think the grass was greener with someone else but we always came back to each other. \u00a0Funny how that has a way of happening.<\/p>\n
In college, he went to one part of the country and I went to another. \u00a0We would write and see each other during breaks…you know, keep in touch. \u00a0Then, during our last year of college things began to get serious and I got scared. \u00a0I wrote a “Dear John” letter and ran for my life. \u00a0That was an awful thing to do. \u00a0I still, to this day feel terrible about it. \u00a0Call me a coward because that is exactly what I was.<\/p>\n
Jump ahead a few more months. \u00a0A teaching job in Virginia and a move back home. \u00a0I caught sight of MFH at church on the evening after Christmas. \u00a0I left where I was sitting and walked over to him during a song. \u00a0I said, “We need to talk.”<\/p>\n
After the service, we went to Mc Donald’s and I ate crow. \u00a0I apologized. \u00a0He accepted my apology.<\/p>\n
We went out the next evening. \u00a0We went out the evening after that and the evening after that. \u00a0We went out for four evenings. \u00a0On the fourth evening, he asked me to marry him. \u00a0I said, “Yes!”<\/p>\n
Five months later we were married. \u00a0Next month, we will have been married 29 years.<\/p>\n
You can say that we dated nine years or four days~whatever you prefer, that still does not change the 29 years of a very happy marriage.<\/p>\n
Whoever the person was, forever ago, who messed up those milk passes when I was in eighth grade, Thank You!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was the first day of eighth grade. \u00a0I was sitting in home room. \u00a0The next thing I knew, I was walking down the hall way. \u00a0I was being sent to the principals office with this kinda cute guy. “Good grief.” \u00a0I though to myself. \u00a0I have not even made it to my first class […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6,8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2382"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2382"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2382\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2383,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2382\/revisions\/2383"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2382"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2382"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}