Yesterday morn, we descended the steps into the only basement I think I have seen in Texas and had coffee after church. "Had coffee" is just a term. Erik drank orange juice.
They all asked how my parents are doing, and how is Travis doing in school? I told them today is my mom and dad's anniversary, and everybody got all excited.
"What number?"
Now, mind you, we attend the EARLY service, so the congregation is silver-haired, for the most part. These are all folks that have been married 50 years or more, or widowed. When I said 25, I could see the mental movie rewinding behind Grandma Blanche's eyes. She was married 58 years when her husband died.
"Once you get there," she said, "you've been through everything together."
Trav, I'm sorry, but people think that since you're still in Fargo, you haven't graduated yet. And they think that since today is our parents 25th wedding anniversary.... I'm four years younger.
Ah i know how that is: I have two dads and it gets confusing So to seperate the two i refer to one as Bio-Dad and the other as Dad (Larry to my mom's family). People are confused when they meet "Dad" becuase he's white and i'm not. It's funny in a way too.