12

Twelve.
Twelve years ago.
Twelve years ago, on a cold March evening, during my freshman year of high school, a handsome Indian Valley sophomore on the baseball team...asked me to be 'his.'

And I said 'yes.'

It had only been about a month since the very first time he had called.
"Hello?"
"Is this Libby?"
"Yes."
"Do you know who this is?"
"No."
"It's Zig."

My heart skipped a beat that day. And it still skips a beat today as I relive those days so long ago...

I had fallen for Zig months before this phone call. From the very first day I saw him on the diving board at the Burnham pool... I just had to have him! ...but he wasn't interested! Had his eyes on 'another.'
So, I waited. As patiently as I could.
And finally, after seeing me in my incredibly-short cheerleading uniform at the rival basketball game, he called. ...he was finally interested.

We went bowling on our first date. I'll never forget his bowling skills - as he could bowl a strike by rolling the ball between his legs! How impressive!

He sent me flowers. We spent countless hours on the phone getting to know each other. He met my family. I met his family. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

And then, on March 9, I officially was 'his.'

The road has been long - to get to where we are.
We've hit a lot of bumps and we've made a few wrong turns -
But I know for sure that March 9 was the very beginning of my true-life fairy tale.

And I'm thankful for every step of my journey...

So, to my handsome diving-board husband...

Happy Anniversary!