I met Hubby-To-Be in 7th grade, in junior high school. We actually had gone to elementary school together, but I didn't know him then, because we were a year apart. Going further back, we were even born at the same hospital. :mrgreen:
In junior high, he lived across the street from my parents' business, and we rode the bus together in the afternoons. I had the hots for him since Day #1. :lol:
I wasn't allowed to go on a real date until I was 16, but we went to church together and went to a lot of school activities together until then. We dated all through high school, went to the same college, and 3 weeks after I graduated (my courses took longer than his), we got married. Huge church ceremony with 300+ guests. My parents had tons of friends, and he has a huge family, so there were people there that we didn't really even know! But they all brought gifts! LOL! :lol: I was 20 years old; he was 21.
That was 22 years ago, and we're still on our honeymoon. :mrgreen:
We went together and picked out my engagement ring before he actually proposed. He really didn't need to ask. We both already knew the answer. But he asked anyway. I couldn't say yes fast enough! :-)
No kids, partly by choice and partly by fate (medical problems on my end), but we've got oodles of fur-, fin-, and feather-kids. :wink:
My dad didn't like him at first ... but then again, he didn't like ANY boy who might be "stealing" his daughter. :wink: They're big buddies now, and DH has definitely earned my dad's respect over the years, which isn't something easy to do. My dad's a good man; he's just picky when it comes to his daughters! he he My mom liked him from the very beginning. :-)
He's definitely a keeper. One couldn't ask for a better husband or best friend!
And he fully supports and funds my quilting/crafting "habit"! :thumbup: