Feeling 22
Today is February 22 and my wife and I have been married for 22 years. Well, technically, 22 years and 4 days, but you get the gist. The picture to the left of this text is from our very first date. It was the MHS Foreign Language Hayride in Bendix park. Kacy and I were 15, had been driven to said hayride by our spanish teacher (not knowing that there would not be busing available, we begged for a ride and I think she took pity on us because it was our first date - I should really write her a thank you card sometime) and her husband, and sat together holding hands, having not yet even kissed. That didn't come until maybe a week or two later after an academic competition, in the back of the very crowded school van, with our friends "oooooh"-ing at us as we crashed not just our lips together, but our foreheads, too. Yep, we saw stars that first kiss, and possible suffered from a light concussion as well. It has been an interesting 22 years. ...
