It is hard to believe that I have been married for 30 years, January will mark our 31st year. So many memories, so much time, how quickly it has gone by. Yet, I can't seem to remember not being married, not having this man in my life, not being part of him. I have been truly blessed. All odds were against us, few thought we would last, looks like we just might make it. Our courtship was brief-just a few short months and our engagement was only 20 days long. (Jim wanted to get it married before golf season began-priorities.) No time to plan a big, fancy wedding. Who needed one? I just wanted to be his wife? No regrets. Picked a dress from the rack. Loved it, so me. I had it preserved after Michelle was born, thought maybe, perhaps, well, who knows what I was thinking. Anyway, Jim got it down for me the other day and we opened it up for the first time in nearly 30 years. That was something! When I got to the preservation box and opened it, there was a window into the box, the bust of the dress was filled with tissue and probably at one time had been propped up. We opened the box and I kind of laughed and Jim asked what I was laughing at. I said it looks and didn't finish. He said 'What? Like something a Grandmother might wear?' I said 'No! Like something that might have been in the Cival War!' It looked so OLD! I couldn't believe it. But, it was well preserved.
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