One late summer day in 1985, I was 12 and had just finished a week long cheerleader camp that my older neighbor ran. I was out in the yard with my best friend at her grandmother's house, practicing our dance moves when suddenly, the neighbor boy came over. According to him, this was a monumental moment in his life. My monumental moment came 3 years later when we had a class together and suddenly, I was in love. He was so opposite me and anyone else I knew. I grew up on classical music and jazz. He listened to The Doors. I was obedient, got good grades and was in band. He wore a cool overcoat and stood on the table we shared in class just because I said he wouldn't.
Fast forward to 1991, through a year long relationship and then a breakup or two. High school was behind us and we got back together, and got engaged by Christmas. No one seemed surprised. It was just always meant to be. We planned a wedding but then my mom had to go home to England for a family emergency. We moved an hour away to college and one Monday afternoon at 4pm, we ducked in to the Justice of the Peace office and walked out married. We have no pictures of that day. I don't even know what I was wearing. But I know that I never had a single second of doubt about what we were doing. So many years ago, he saw a dorky 12 year old girl and saw his future wife. I saw a rebel with a genius mind and a pure heart. Two grown kids and 25 or so years later......
Thanks for reading. We've been working and planning our next year's shows and I promise the next post will be art related.