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Welcome to the newest Museum of Me exhibit . . . the one where we display and discuss how I met my husband, Dale.
So, here’s the thing . . . I sort of met him many times before we became a couple. And, in case you didn’t realize it, Dale is 14 years older than I am, and that is some context that will be useful for this post.
On the day I was born, on the front page of our city paper, there was a picture of a young man doing his paper route. That young man was Jimmy and he shared his paper route with . . . wait for it . . . Dale. This was something we realized when my mother gave me a big box of memorabilia from my childhood when I married Dale. Right on top of the box was the newspaper from the day I was born (my Nana had saved it) and Dale almost fell over when he said the picture of Jimmy. I think it’s just as well that it wasn’t Dale in the photo, that would have been entirely too weird.
As a young girl I was always aware of Dale because of his band. They played many concerts in the park, at an annual event in our city called Summerfest, and more. Their music is classic rock and oldies and it has wide appeal and my family always made the effort to see them when they played.
The first time I remember actually speaking to Dale was in January 1993. My friend Diane and I went to see the band play at a fundraiser and I won the door prize . . . a t-shirt and key chain and I think there was a mug, too. I went up to collect my winnings and, feeling giddy and maybe a little star struck to finally “meet” the guy in the band, I gushed how I had never won anything in my life. Dale says he remembers thinking how cute I was about it and that it was adorable (and maybe a little pathetic) how excited I was to win.
After that night, Diane and I went out to see the band frequently. And because we were such regulars, we became friendly with Dale and the other guys. Dale and Randy would see us in the crowd and wave and say to each other, “the librarians are here!” I actually hired the band to play at a dance when the library (by this time I was Library Director in the town where Dale [and now I] live) celebrated 100 years of service to the town. And Dale would visit the library occasionally and we would chat. In other words . . . we became friends.
And when my first marriage eventually/inevitably fell apart (a story for another time) we became . . . more than friends. It was a bit of a whirlwind, frankly, and we were engaged in a matter of months, and married in less than a year. When you know, you know, right?
We celebrated 25 years of marriage last June and I love our love story.