This One Time at Band Camp

Sixteen years ago today, a rayon shirt, mustard color Patrick Ewing tennis shoe, high sock wearing teenager with an attitude problem asked a lovely, beautiful, most precious preacher's daughter to go out with him. Yep, exactly how all love stories begin. It was this one time at band camp...no really it was.

Hey, most people just go to Disneyland after the big game. Well, I went and got a wife out of it. That's where it all started. Oh, the romance. I can vividly recall the ol' time track cars following their paths--one that goes on and on. How fitting.

Happy Girlfriend/Boyfriend Anniversary to my wife, my love Gloria.

Stay blessed...john

1 Responses :

Anonymous said...

Man, you're young! :-) Congratulations, you two. Sorry I'm late commenting.