He was my college sweetheart. He had a mustache and a mullet. I had big, bleach-blonde, permed hair. We were a match made in heaven.
Twenty-six years ago today, I married the one guy that I never got sick of after we dated for a while. Historically, I would always like a guy until he liked me back. And since Kelly kept liking me after we had become girlfriend and boyfriend, I was wondering what might be wrong with him. Why wasn't I getting sick of him? We were inseparable and saw each other every day. He even wrote me a song! How can a girl not be impressed with that?
He had set a goal to not get married until he was finished with his Bachelor's degree. I had set a goal to marry him before the year was out. I won. Ha ha. We married each other on a hot summer day in the beautiful Salt Lake Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We have been though good times and bad, and our love has grown so much through the years. I would do it all over again. Here we are on our honeymoon cruise in the Bahamas, basking in our rad 1980's styling, and note that his shorts are WAY more short than mine.
Fast forward to 2012, and I'm still not sick of him. Most days, he's still fond of me. Kelly, I love you, honey. You are my best friend and I will always love you, forever and ever. Happy anniversary, my love.
Twenty-six years ago today, I married the one guy that I never got sick of after we dated for a while. Historically, I would always like a guy until he liked me back. And since Kelly kept liking me after we had become girlfriend and boyfriend, I was wondering what might be wrong with him. Why wasn't I getting sick of him? We were inseparable and saw each other every day. He even wrote me a song! How can a girl not be impressed with that?
He had set a goal to not get married until he was finished with his Bachelor's degree. I had set a goal to marry him before the year was out. I won. Ha ha. We married each other on a hot summer day in the beautiful Salt Lake Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We have been though good times and bad, and our love has grown so much through the years. I would do it all over again. Here we are on our honeymoon cruise in the Bahamas, basking in our rad 1980's styling, and note that his shorts are WAY more short than mine.
Fast forward to 2012, and I'm still not sick of him. Most days, he's still fond of me. Kelly, I love you, honey. You are my best friend and I will always love you, forever and ever. Happy anniversary, my love.
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