26 years ago, I said "I do". I had only known this young man for 8 1/2 months, but knew the minute I saw him he was going to be mine. August 31, 1983: Fraternity Rush. I was a Lil' Sis, having a good time at the Rush Party, when I see this really cute guy. He's surrounded by a couple of other girls: one I had known since we were freshman, the other was a new girl on campus. Those girls were crowding in close to him, not letting anyone else near him. Like I said: I knew the minute I saw him he'd be mine, I just wasn't sure how it was going to happen. The girls had met him at a pizza place that had nickel beer, and they enticed him and his friends to the fraternity house for free beer at the Rush Party.
The next night was a "dry night"-no alcohol allowed, supposedly. Not openly, anyway. As expected, it was a pretty boring night...until that same guy walks in with the new girl. Everybody else is in the tv room, but they're in the trophy room. (I think that's what it was called...not exactly sure now!) A couple of friends & I decided it's time to go somewhere more fun...nothing going on at the house. So, we start calling out that we're going to a place down the road, then we leave.
At the hangout down the road, I run into a friend and am talking to him. Lo & behold, in walks the cutie! Well, me being the good fraternity little sister that I was, I went up and talked to him and invited him to sit with us. He said he had to go see some friends, but he'd be over in a bit. Yeah, I know a brush off when I see it. I had actually kind of forgotten about it, when, a little while later, he comes over to our table and talks to us. We closed the place down that night, talking and dancing. We were pretty much inseparable that semester. We talked and talked and talked. He ended up pledging the fraternity where I was a little sister. We had pizza in the dorm lobby while I was on duty as an R.A.
I knew that he wouldn't be back that next semester: he had been called to Army Medic School in Texas. I saw him before he left, then didn't see him again until March or April. He never really asked me to marry him: it was more of a "Let's get married" over the phone kind of thing. I was almost 2 1/2 years older than him. I thought he was so mature for his age, and he was. Now I tell him how stupid he was to get married at 19.
Anyway, when he got back from medic school, he stayed in town for a couple of weeks, then went home. I finished the semester, graduated, then he came up to my parents' house for a few days. When he went to ask my dad if he could marry me, my dad was in his workshop with a saw in his hand. Husband gulped, but he wasn't deterred. I guess he thought it was all or nothing, to ask Daddy if he could marry his youngest daughter, his baby girl. My dad agreed.
I know how fortunate I was that my parents were able to pay for my college education. So, I didn't think it was wise or fair to turn around and ask them to pay for a wedding 13 days after graduation. We decided to go down to his hometown and get married at the courthouse. We were going to just wear our jeans, but husband's friend from high school talked us into wearing something decent. Husband's dad was in Germany (he's retired military) for work, so the only other people there were my MIL, BIL, husband's friend from school, friend's sister & their father. My MIL insisted that I have a bouquet, so she got me a silk arrangement that husband's friend's sister put in the freezer so they would stay fresh! For our honeymoon, my MIL gave us a trip to the beach for a couple of days.
We spent the first summer living with my in-laws, although they weren't there most of the summer. I worked in a grocery store as a "crashier" (as my dad called it) and husband worked in a factory. Then, we moved to North Ga. to begin our life.
When I look back, I realize how differently our life has turned out than what we had planned. Husband was going to finish school, then go into the Army. I was going to get to live in different places all over the world, and visit places I'd just dreamed about. Well, life happens, and it didn't happen. Who knows: if we had done that, we wouldn't be the people we are today. We've had some rough spots (what marriage hasn't?), but we've chosen to work it out and honor the vows that we said to each other 26 years ago, in a courthouse in South Alabama. I love this husband of mine with all my heart; I can't imagine spending my life with anyone but him.
For my Catholic friends: we did get our marriage blessed in the Church in 1986. My parents were our witnesses; I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Oh, wait...I can hear people out in Blogland asking, "What about pictures?" Funny you should ask. When we got married, my BIL was 14 (I think). For some really
My bouquet: My MIL had it put into a shadow box for me:
A picture of husband & me then: