Several regular Rocket City Mom contributors share their family’s holiday traditions today. Head on over and check them out, from the odd to the touching to the food (of course), and share your own with us too!
Lea and I met in July 1994. It was the beginning of one of the greatest earthly blessings I have.
The short, polite, cocktail party, we-don’t-feel-like-getting-into-it version is that we “met through mutual friends.”
The real story is documented here, in a post that is closing on six years old.
We enjoyed determining tonight, over some WOW!-provided musical entertainment, that the first time we can document conclusively that we were in the same room was February 6, 1988, in the Von Braun Civic Center Arena, at Def Leppard’s Huntsville stop on the Hysteria tour. (W/s/g Tesla.) I would be 17 in two months. She had turned 21 three months earlier.
Name me a huger four years than that. Sheesh. How blessed are we to have gotten together?
We may have had some earlier interaction than even that. She worked at the UAH library circulation desk, and I would have been a high school student using the library during her latter days at UAH. By her own admission, they dripped with contempt for high school students using the university library.
So it’s fairly likely I suffered some snubbing at her hands.
But guess what? Eventually, she and I said “I do.”
Thank you. Thank you very much.
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