There is a reason time flies, and where does the time go are cliches. It’s because they are so true. Today Don and I are celebrating our 46th Anniversary. We met fifty years ago—a half a century. I’ve been with Don for almost 75% of my life. And we keep repeating those cliches, because they are so true.
I met Don at the end of my senior year in high school, over Easter break. He had come out to Havasu Palms with his roommate, Gary Morris. Gary was one of my close friends, who often came to Havasu Palms where his aunt and uncle had a vacation trailer.
I was dating someone else at the time, so we didn’t really get together until I went into Covina, California, to shop for a prom dress. While there, we went to see Gary and since Don was one of Gary’s roommates, I saw him for the second time. And as another cliché goes, the rest is history.
We’ve had both good times and bad times, struggles and successes. It’s been an adventure and from it we had two wonderful children, who we are immensely proud of—and we feel blessed that we also love and respect our son and daughter-in-law. And of course there is our granddaughter and grandson. Being a grandparent is absolutely the best.
I suppose one of the many things about Don that I love, he never expected me to be less, so he could feel like more. He’s always been my champion and there when I needed support.
I love you Don, and Happy Anniversary.