Sweet Seventeen

It was the Winter Storm in March of 1993.  We got iced-in on a singles retreat with our church.  It was the first time I saw him.  He had on a red sweatshirt, beat up cowboy boots, and looked good in his faded blue jeans.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw him gather his things from a white Ford pick-up.  For real?  Cowboy boots and Ford truck too?  (Pinch me, I'm dreaming.)  I fell head over heels when he took my hand and taught me to two-step.  I came home from that retreat and told my daddy I had met the man I was going to marry.

Yesterday we celebrated our 17th  year as husband and wife.  His white Ford truck has gone from a 150 to a 350, but he still has those same ol' beat up cowboy boots.. 

...and he still looks good in his jeans.