Taking The Long Awaited Plunge!

I got hitched! ❤

This afternoon, T and I sneaked off to the Justice of the Peace and made it official.  That's right, it took us 56 years to finally make our lives together permanent.

We grew up in the same neighborhood until my family moved to a different town. We were in the same classes up until the fourth grade, after which he was held back a year. That kind of messed up my "one-way romance" in the classroom but it didn't stop me from tormenting him at home.

When I was in Kindergarten, rooted on by his Dad, I would chase him around his yard in an attempt to give him a kiss.  He always seemed to outrun me!  I have pictures of our joint K graduation and also of our First Holy Communion.  We were so adorable!

As the neighborhood grew older, including my two brothers close in age to me, we all became "street light kids."  We played baseball, Hide-and-Go-Seek, Kick the Can and kickball in the streets until the lights came on.  T and I were always close friends.

When I became a "Tween," my best friend, J and I would walk up and down the street with our little transistor radios listening to the Beatles and the rest of the British invasion bands, hoping to get a glimpse of T and his older brother, with whom she was totally in love.

A year after I moved away, J was driving and picking me up to go back to the old neighborhood.  T finally  had a crush on me. Shhh!  We started doing a little making out.  Unfortunately, the new romance fizzled out after we graduated from High School.

I wasn't devastated.  After all, I was going to College.  I had all of my memories, not only of the older years but the younger ones, including pitching sports cards, sharing penny candy and listening to the Yankees' Mickey Mantle hit home runs in the World Series while sitting on the steps of Charlie's gas station.

Flash forward. 

A month ago I got a phone call.  T was in Tucson and wanted to see me.  We clicked immediately. The flames fanned...or at least flickered.  Neither one of us is getting any younger.  I told him I just finished writing my Trust and that I wasn't going to change it.  He was completely fine with that, so I knew he wasn't  after my house or my savings.  I was completely open with him about my physical illnesses and my Bipolar Disorder.

 He fell for me...and all of my foibles.  And I for him.

He shared all the memories he had of me...and us.  He said he wanted to make new memories. I am good with that!  ❤