Now & Then

Hmmm.. these two look vaguely familiar. So young, so full of collagen. It's 1975. The high school boyfriend and his short gal celebrating his grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. This photo captures the moment right after his brother spilled mustard down my long skirt. Not that I hold a grudge.

Oh, and here were are in June, 2019 in France. Only 11 more anniversaries till we reach our 50th, kina hora, poo poo. It's been a wonderful, hilarious, crazy carnival ride, full of mostly ups, some downs, and plenty spillage. Tears of joy and sorrow. Tipped over glasses of wine and cups of coffee. No splotches of mustard, thank God. Trust me, that stuff never comes out.

Happy 39th, longtime hubby. You're my "E" ticket in life.