A Love Story
13 (lucky 13!) years ago,
I met a boy with an orange mohawk and tattoos.
(My parents were thrilled.)
I didn't like him.
He was kinda annoying and talked a lot.
When I ran into him at a party,
he poked me.
And annoyed me some more.
Then one night
I met a friend at the drive-in movies.
The boy with the mohawk was there.
We sat in the back of his truck and watched Shrek.
On our first year (dating) anniversary,
he gave me a sunflower just like Shrek gave Princess Fiona.
On our second year anniversary,
we rode a carriage through the French Quarter
and went on spooky ghost tours.
I told him I was going to get married
on Halloween 2004.
Would he be there?
If so, he should get to proposing.
Nine years ago today,
we had our spooktacular wedding:
|See my skeleton bride and groom over on the left?|
I love those guys!
Seven years ago,
we added a little pumpkin to our family:
And less than two years after that,
we added two more:
Now my pumpkin patch is complete,
and I'm the happiest girl in the world!
Happy Anniversary Keith!!!