I don't quite know how my paternal grandparents met, which is who I wrote about yesterday. I do know how my maternal grandparents met, but it's a boring story. LOL But, I think my parents have a very cool story, and I'm gonna talk about them today.
My parents met at the school bus stop when my mother was 14 and my dad was 15. My mom and my dad's sister were best friend's and my dad wanted her to introduce them, which she did. Over the course of the next few years, my mom and dad dated, going to school dances, movies, etc. My dad was a huge track star in high school, and my mom was one of his biggest supporters.
My dad proposed to my mom at the drive in movie. They were sitting there watching the movie, eating popcorn and drinking soda. My dad asked her to get a napkin out of the glove box, and when she opened it, she didn't see any napkins, so he told her to look again, hoping that she would see the ring box in there. She didn't, but on the third request, she did. She immediately said yes. They celebrated their engagement the following week at Disneyland.
My parents were married on 1 October 1965 in Garden Grove, California by the Reverend Robert Schuller. My maternal grandmother made my mom's dress, and she had a pastel rainbow wedding. She had my aunt Barbara as her matron of honor, and two other friends as attendants. My dad's best man was a man named Dave Nelson (they would later name my brother after this man), and his attendants were my Uncle Bob and Uncle Art (Aunt Barbara's husband).
My parents have now been married for 45 years. They have been together so long that they can finish each other's sentences. They are so much a part of each other that they can't imagine life without the other. They have stood by each other in good times and bad and now enjoy retirement and their 11 grandchildren.
1 comments:
Lovely story. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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