Sunday, January 14, 2007
This is my husband as a teenager when he played linebacker/receiver for our high school football team, the Rebels. I was a cheerleader, the world's most inept, but that's another post. We did not date in high school, although we met as 9th graders in English class and became friends over the years. Because our names began with letters close in the alphabet, we were often seated near each other in classes. The first words he ever spoke to me were in 9th grade when immediately after the bell rang, I got up to leave class and passed his desk. He said quietly, "I like your outfit," referring to the red and white cheerleading uniform. I couldn't hear him and said, "What?" and he had to repeat it. I'm sure I blushed because he was pretty cute. We have a unique history in that while we did not date in high school, we did see each other with every other person we ever dated--good fodder for teasing! I remember thinking, "Gee, what does he see in HER?" never dreaming I would marry him.
This is one of the few pictures we have of us dating. I can't believe how much hair he had or how chubby my schoolgirl face was. The sides of my hair are flipped back like everyone wore it in the '80s. These pics were both taken around 1981. We were married in '85 and had our daughter in '86. Sometimes I can't believe I married that kid from high school. And may I say (brag) that he was cute and smart--received a full-ride academic scholarship. He hates attention like this, but it's my blog and my memory, so that's that.