Skipping the Teenage Years

Eighteen years since I proposed. Nothing special about 18, I guess. Except that we're still together, so we seem to be fighting the odds just fine. I proposed the day after Valentines Day. I refused to be stereotypical. I was ready to propose on Valentines Day, but I stubbornly waited an extra day.

Tonight we went to Bandidos after music practice and shared a medium nachos, just the meats and cheeses (no beans). Pretty boring for an anniversary meal, I suppose, but it suited us.

After 18 years, we could have a kid ready to graduate from high school. Instead, we've got a 20-year-old and a 20-something, and their baby. Went straight to Grandpa and Grandma. That's what people are calling us. I never minded. Pam wasn't sure about it at first, but now she has embraced her Grandmahood.

Posted on February 15, 2007 10:40 PM|

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Don't sweat it, Gramps.

Posted by: Hmmmm... | February 23, 2007 02:47 PM

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