DocAndersen
Images of the twins and other bits of the past. In the middle of the scanning project, we switched to scanning pictures. As the 28th anniversary of the beginning of us came and passed (the 15th of October was our first date) I shared a little of the difficulty in the beginning. We had confused my mother before lunch and had suffered the horseradish incident, as it is now called. We had decided to get married at the end of that week. As we wandered into our first fall as a couple, we started with the engagement ring. Both of us, at that point in our lives, had been married before. In both cases there was financial, and ultimately I suspect bad match issues that meant there had been no engagement rings for either my ex-wife nor had my then finances ex-husband had not purchased engagement rings.
I won’t waste time on either ex’s they are exes for a reason. We, my finance and I wandered to a local jewelry store to find the perfect engagement ring. Perfect meant that she loved it and that it would fit into our overall budget. We moved in together starting December 1st of 1991. That was the last time; I felt I was alone in the world. The last time I had to worry about where I was going or where I would be. We actually in November 1991 started planning. My then fiance now wife, and I wrote down our dreams. Funny, but there is only one dream we had then that we haven’t met yet, but only because that was our last dream we had created then. To retire together somewhere. We haven’t retired yet so that one is the only unmet dream.
We had some material dreams that we met fairly quickly in the early parts of our marriage. There were other dreams that were a little harder, longer. One was to have children, in particular, we were planning on two (ended up via fate with three more) more children. The Bean arrived first, and for five years we wandered through life with the Bean. The twins came later. But the first five years with The Bean in our lives was a special time. The worst thing that happened in those early years was The Beans illness. The Staph infection that landed us in Children Hospital, a week of balancing beginning careers and taking care of a sick kid. Not, a week that had many happy memories. Other than The Bean recovering and the birth of a tradition. When the Bean is sick the movie, Free Willy was popped into the VCR. The first time by me, every other time by the Bean herself.
It means I am sick.
ooh hehe nice hats looks so funny!!
so, funny hats hehehe!!!//