Oh Those High School Dances...
"Oh Those High School Dances Blog Hop"
Here are the rules:1. Post pictures of your high school dances. (Make sure you tell us which one is you if they're group pictures.)
2. Share with us your high school dance story.
3. That's it!
| April 18, 1988...our 1st son was born April 18, 1994|
Who would've guessed?
Then he'll say...Love you more
I'll say...Love you most
He'll say...Loved you first
And I melt.
My husband is a hottie. He's adorable and charming.
He is and always was better than any hero I could ever dream up.
And that caused a problem.
I always prided myself on being smart...and anything, or anyone, that seemed too good to be true...well, had to be fake.
And this perfect guy? I pegged him as a wolf in a sheep's disguise. I looked for him to screw up; to show his true colors, then I'd show him the door.
Then one night we were out on a date and he admitted things between us were strained; that he figured the problem was he was way farther ahead emotionally than I was. That he knew from the moment he saw me in the red prom dress that he was in trouble. That he would do whatever it took to make me...his we.
Busted. My heart dropped. Evidently the stud took one too many hits to the head on the football field. Two months past and he already forgot that I wore black?!
I pointed this fact out and he quickly explained...I know. You wore red last year, but you weren't with me.
Yeah, he's that good. And he's mine.