|30 June 1984|
|You have to love a man who comes with his own sword...|
My husband, "D", is an intensely private person but he has been beside me now for over half my life so I will spill a few beans. We met doing Officer training for the Army Reserve. At a time when long hair for men was de rigeur and my father lived in fear of me bringing home a boyfriend with hair past his shoulder, I had to wait for D's hair to grow back after a particularly vicious military haircut before I introduced him to friends and family.
|Puckapunyal 1981... I am in the front row and D is in the row behind my left shoulder...before we were 'going out"|
And somehow we have managed to bring up two beautiful sons - or maybe they managed to bring themselves up despite their parents.
So thank you, D, for thirty wonderful years... and here's to another thirty!