I See Him As Seventeen
My husband said he was going to marry me in 1957.
I was five and angry in every direction when he announced this.
At five, I was not marrying anybody but Daddy.
Certainly not this creepy kid.
We became best friends in 1966. We were both sixteen.
Other kids parked and necked. We parked and made fun of them.
We did not get married until we were old for our town – nineteen.
Most get married at eighteen, so I felt like an “old maid”.
We dated for four years and have been married for fifty-one.
This brings us to our current position – three children, ten grandchildren.
I still see my husband as seventeen and he sees me as fifteen.
Remember when you danced on the hood of my car? I sure do!
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