So my husband and I got married 30 years ago, come tomorrow…
Which just really made me feel like an old bag…
But anyway, the Hubster just brought up the night he proposed. He was reminiscing about how after I said, yes I asked him this: “Wait, will you still want to be married to me, when I’m old? What if I get fat? Will you love me then?”
So, now it’s laughable. However, I do recall me feeling like an insecure little girl that night. Now I look at my life, I’ve got a great house, A great family, and it’s been a great thirty years!
I take this post and dedicate to my husband.
Dear Andrew,
I love you. That is all.
Love,
Julie
P.S. I didn’t get fat, you did. ;)
