Monday morning I took Jill and Chelsea to EFY. It was a day of adventure.It was also my NINETEENTH anniversary.
I got married very young.
(I honestly did.)
So what did I do with Chelsea and Jill? I drove by the apartment where I lived when we got engaged and also drove by our first married student apartment. And oh, the memories.
I love my sweet husband. I loved remembering our first sweet married days and the dreams and hopes we had for the future.
This is where I lived with three of my best friends the year I dated David. (Lucky me, I still love each and every one of them. In fact, Deidre and her family just came and stayed with me last weekend. Pictures will be coming.)
And here is where David and I began our life together. In the garage of this fine-looking place. I must say, it hasn't changed much since 1991. It was a studio apartment with no insulation (it WAS the garage, after all) and mushrooms growing in the closet. It was only $259 a month, so we ignored the mushrooms and kept a spray bottle of water near the bed to spray on the window fan that tried to keep us cool during the summer.
We spent four years in this charming place.
And I'd do it again.
Happy anniversary to my David. I loved you enough to live in a garage, and I love you even more now.
2 comments:
It's so funny what we lived in when we were first married, isn't it? I'd do it all again, too...it was a wonderful adventure and I think it made me a better person.
I'll never forget the green shag carpet--perfect backdrop to the mushrooms I bet! Oh, and the half wall separating the living room from your "bedroom." And let's not forget chocolate jubilee cookies in your kitchen. Good times!
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