"Well hi there, honey, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing great...Happy Anniversary!"
"Oh, I knew you'd call today. You always remember."
And I do. My dad died in 1980, but I always remember their anniversary. I wouldn't be writing this blog if it wasn't for their anniversary...or what came after that day!
Last year, I posted some photos of their wedding day and, if I remember right, of them when they were dating. This year, I decided to post some post-wedding photos.
On the back of this photo, Mom had written that I was 1 1/2 months old. If I remember right, Mom and Dad were married nearly 5 years before they had me...and I was the first. This picture would have been taken in September, 1954. Mom would be 27 and Dad, 32 years old. I think that's right! I've always loved this picture. This is Andy, one of our St. Bernards. His real name was Cardinal Musial of Manitou, after Stan Musial and the St. Louis Cardinals, one of my dad's heroes. In this photo, Andy is two years old and about 180 pounds! He reached up to my Dad's waist...and my Dad was 6'2" - I think.
So here's to a Happy Anniversary, Mom. I think John David and I should be the ones to celebrate this anniversary, after all, we wouldn't be here without it!