I fell in love with my husband the first minute I saw him, but since I was only 15yrs old at the time we dated until we got married when I turned 20yrs old.And we passed our 50yr mark.
When my dance partner told me that she wanted to pull out of all the training, dancing, choreographing and the long hours of practice. I was mortified. However, my dance instructor told me that he knew of a young lady in a similar predicament. He introduced us, she was seventeen and I was twenty-one. One year later we were Mr. & Mrs.
It came about when I suggested that we could save a lot of money if we shared a hotel room when travelling to compete in dance competitions. Her Dad was having none of it: "If you want to sleep with my daughter, you will marry her," he told me, in no uncertain terms. To his, and just about everyone else's surprise, that's exactly what we did.
Well at such a young age, she could only be pregnant, otherwise why contemplate marriage? Nine months went by, nothing happened, maybe it's a long gestation period. Seven years went by and the baby still hadn't popped out. We went from teenage, shotgun wedding to, "don't leave it too late," to start your family.
We are a family, my wife and I are a family of two. What her parents didn't know, nor did any of our relatives, we felt sure that children were not on our agenda. So instead of a honeymoon, I spent the time recovering from the swollen plums caused by a vasectomy.
So, here we are, fifty three years married, and after only knowing one another for less than a year. Funny old world isn't it?
