I was 19 years plus one week old on the day my Mr. AGPMan proposed to me! Now...as hard as it is for me to wrap my brain around this next sentence, this coming Christmas Eve at 7PM sharp will mark 33 years since the very night I said a resounding "YES" and agreed to marry a dark-haired, rail-thin Nebraska boy of almost 22.
After sitting and listening to a
terribly long lecture about 'how marriage is forever' from my preacher-man daddy, surprisingly my guy was still in one piece and seemed to be holding his own. Good thing. He'd have to put up with a very protective father-in-law for more than three-plus decades and a high-maintenance-wifey-girl that only appeared at first glance to be docile.
I honestly believe I got the better end of the marriage deal...
~December 24, 1977~
This is the best photo I have of the night we became engaged and honestly I'm thrilled to have anything! It was taken with a black and white Polaroid camera and I can't even believe it has survived all these years. The surface of the picture became cracked and crazed over time so I'm truly happy that today I can even make out our faces. I scanned it into my computer a few years back and was able to salvage a little bit of the original...
Now...see that sweet sweater I have on? I just could never bring myself to toss it out after we married and somehow I have hung onto the silly little thing through more than 15 major moves. It's been folded up in my bureau drawer in the exact same place since 1978 when I wore it for the last time.
~MONTGOMERY WARD BEAUTY FOR $11.99~
(big $$$ for me back then!)
I've had many memorable Christmases since the night my guy asked me to be his wife. Back then we were so young, still college-poor and didn't have a thin dime to our name.
We were in love.
For us that has never changed.
"The Lord has done great things for us,
and our hearts are filled with joy.
Love to you~