A Proposal

 I asked Mom how Dad had proposed expecting the traditional “down on one knee and ring” that I had seen on TV. Mom said that they had discussed getting married as Paul had received his WW2 draft notice. The fateful night, the man of few words said “Do you want to do what we talked about?” She answered “Yes.” They kissed goodnight. He strolled off down the street whistling setting every dog in the neighborhood barking. They were married February 21, 1942.

13 Years!

I can't believe it has been 13 years (as of July 12). We had a great country wedding up at a ranch that Bruce's brother had managed. I did wear shoes for the ceremony but the ground was so wet after torrential rains that the heels sank into the ground until I couldn't walk.

I shake my head over the bridezillas that have to spend thousands on their wedding day. I didn't spend a lot on either of my weddings because I did not have it to spend. A friend made my dress, I made the headdress and the flowers came from the farmer's market. Family and friends made their way through country roads and over a stream to be there, god bless them. But the sun shone that morning and it was a terrific day.

Last night, I asked Bruce if he could extend the contract for another year. The answer was yes.