Thirty-five years ago, on a Labor Day weekend not unlike this one, I met my husband.
He was a handsome young computer programming instructor at the community college,
and I was [gasp!] in high school.
We became good friends. And that friendship, over the years, blossomed into something else. The fall after I graduated from college we got married. In fact, our anniversary is in a few days — we tried to get married as close as we could to the date when we met. His idea. What a sentimental sweetie.
He still is.
