Dreamy

Luke was digging through some papers in the "vault" today.  It's not an actual vault - it's just the dark place under the stairs... past the Christmas decorations and 7 layers of hell known as our luggage.  It may as well be a real vault - it's just as inaccessible!  

(Why was he digging around in there, you ask?  The brokerage he's signing up with today needed a copy of his high school diploma.  Really!  Evidently the fact that he's been out of high school for almost 20!! years, has a degree in engineering, and has been working as a professional for the past 12 years doesn't count for much...they want proof of high school graduation.)

It is in that deep dark hole that we keep the dusty boxes labeled "Memorabilia".  Oh my, the horrors those boxes hold!  There's the diary I kept as a 3rd grader.  There's my Presidential Scholar award.  There's even a plaster casting of my teeth before braces.  If that doesn't give you nightmares, you're worlds stronger than I!  

Hubby has lots of goodies in there too.  Piles of sports pictures and news clippings (quite the sports stud he was).  In fact, he found piles of pictures of both of us.  And in that pile, he found these:

Our senior photos.  Look at those kids!  We joke all the time about how we wouldn't be together if we had known each other as kids.  He maintains that he was too much of a jerk (I find that impossible to believe).  

I maintain that anyone who knew me in my junior high years would forever be scarred by the images my ugly mug burned into their retinas.  Seriously.  U.G.L.Y!  I got over my braces, purple eye shadow, acne, and really bad clothes and turned out...mostly normal.  Average, I'd say.  But still - if you'd been there during the ugly phase?  You'd never see me as normal.

And my Luke...a jerk?  I just don't see it. And even if he was a jerk - it probably would have made me want him more.  That square jaw.  Those dimples.  Those biceps.  Those broad shoulders.  That....ahem, nevermindImnotthinkingboutthatyoushouldntbeeitherwhyamIblushing.  

And a bit of arrogance on top.  Irresistible to foolish young girls.  Especially me!  Oh boy.  My poor parents.

I look at those photos and can't help but wonder what's in store for our kids.  Dimples.  Light eyes.  Sandy hair....lots and lots of it!  At least until they turn 30 something and realize that they now have brown/grey hair (and for the boys much more forehead ;) ).

Stay tuned.  Luke and I are going to tell the story of how we met, fell in love, and got married.  (I'm just trying to come up with an appropriate bribe to get his participation)  I'm envisioning a co-blogging type of format - he'll tell his side of the story and I'll tell mine.