My husband and I lived directly across the street from each other.
One day,he asked me to go for a walk.
I was a little leary,because I knew that he went around with guys who were much older than he.
My girlfriends,though talked me into going.

Our fates were sealed.

At the time,I was fourteen and he had just turned seventeen;and,there were things going on in my life that no one knew about.
I confided in him.
We were married not quite a year later.Yes,that`s right.I was fifteen and he was a month away from his eighteenth birthday,and I was five months pregnant.As you can imagine,it was not an easy time for either of us,but it was especially hard on him.
He never complained.From the moment we started going together,I was,as far as he was concerned,his responsibility.
It`s hard for me to believe that all took place forty years ago.
Today,we are getting ready to celebrate our thirty-nineth wedding anniversary.

We live in the great and beautiful state ofPennsylvania.
We have five grown kids.Joe,thirty-eight,and Chris,thirty-three,are both single.Our two daughters,Kim,thirty-six, and Jennie,twenty-three,are both married to terrific guys,Jack and Frank,respectively.Our middle son,Bart,is married to Cheryl,a wonderful and caring person.
We are also the proud grandparents of six wonderful grandchildren.Number seven,we just recently learned,is on the way.:)

Naturally,no one gave us a snowball`s chance in hell of making it.

Maybe,if I had married anyone else, the predictions would have been fulfilled.

Luckily,for me,I married the most understanding and most giving person I have ever met.