I really should blog about Easter…and I will, soon. But you see, I was scrolling through the pictures on my phone recently (all 15,000) of them, and I stopped dead in my tracks when I came across this one. Whoah. Be still my heart! Pass the smelling salts!
Who is this handsome young devil, you ask? It's my boyfriend, that's who. That is, my husband of going-on-45 years.
This nostalgia-inducing photo was shared with us a few years ago by one of my husband's Naval aviator friends from the early days of our marriage (he is the one on the left, cropped out of the picture!). I'm not even sure I'd ever seen it before that, and I don't remember exactly where it was taken, or when; but I do know that my husband was probably in his mid-to-late-20's here. When he was 30, he got out of the Navy and began working for one of the major US airlines. And the mustache (which so many of the Navy fighter pilots in our circle sported during the 1980's) had to go for his new job. So he's definitely younger than 30 in this picture.
I fell in love with this face (minus the mustache) when he and I became boyfriend-and-girlfriend the summer after our freshman year in high school. We were both just 15, a couple of babies. But I knew pretty soon after we began going steady that this guy was the one for me.
He was. He is. And he always will be. He's my forever boyfriend.
P.S. This was fun. And you know what? I think I'm going to start sharing my favorite oldie-but-goodie pictures every Thursday here at the blog. :)
