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Fifteen years ago today, I had a first date with a very handsome man (okay, boy, he was sixteen).  When our date was over, I knew I was going to marry him.  

Fifteen years later and I’m still dating that very handsome man!  I’m so blessed to call him my husband and father of my children.  I love him more each day.

And now the story:

Our first date was my senior prom.  Yep.  We say do it big and pretty or go home!  He asked me about month before the prom.  By then, I had already picked out my dress and was either going with the man (yeah, I don’t want to talk about that) that I was dating or go with a group of friends.  I was leaning more towards the friends anyway.  However, Mark sort of asked me in his homeroom class (which happened to be my mom’s class) in a rather non-chalent way.  I responded nice and calmly.  And then ran to tell anyone and everyone I could.  I was thrilled!  I wanted to date him seven months prior and he pretty much refused (in his nice way) since I was what he considered to be “hippie.”  Hehehe, little did he know…

And, it being 1996, and me being “not normal” I went for a nice low key dress.  Long and flowy but not over the top, weighng a ton with sequins.  No, not for me.  In fact, my dress was a bridesmaids dress!  When I picked it out, the lady at the Bridal/Formal dress shop was quite confused about why I wanted it and how to order it since they had never done a single dress order before.  The next year, non-sequined prom dresses started popping up everywhere!  I’m such a trendsetter.

To make prom even more fun, we basically went with a group of friends.  It was a blast.  We traveled an hour away to eat supper (a tradition when we were in high school) and we got stuck in the restaurant because tornado warnings were popping up everywhere.  That just meant we could all hang out and talk and laugh and make fun of each other.  

I remember Mark calling his dad (on his “bag phone”) to get permission to bring me home a little later so we didn’t caught up in the storm.

And the funny thing was, the theme for the prom was Wizard of Oz.

Either way, he swept me away with my dozen roses and his charming smile and gentlemanly ways!  It was definitely one of the best nights of my life!