That seems like an enormous amount of time.
Monte proudly told her and that it was in fact the day before our anniversary.
She didn’t hesitate to tell us her story.
She was 90 years old.
Her husband had just died on Halloween at 93.
Their 68th anniversary would’ve been November 26th.
They were married on the eve of Thanksgiving, 68 years ago and they came back
to their family’s house the next day to eat turkey with them.
She was beautiful, sharp, with caring eyes and a lovely smile. She was on her way to Jacksonville, Florida to spend Christmas with her daughter.
She told us how her husband was a pilot in World War II and an airplane salesman.
Yeah, that was his actual job!
On the elevator in the hotel in Nashville, Monte and I figured out how old we’d be on our 67th wedding anniversary.
We decided not to count on celebrating that one.
It would be hard to condense it down.
I guess I’d mention that we met in Atlanta at the corporate headquarters of Waffle House.
Which was a lot.
I’d somehow find the words to get across how much Monte loved his Florida Gators.
And Fripp Island.
And how the idea of his girls growing up made him cry.
|Ellie and McDaniel on the first day of 7th grade |
and 10th grade.
|McDaniel posing for a friend for photography class.|
He teared up when he saw it.
I would explain that Monte was a reluctant handyman.
|Fixing our door knob.|
|Freeing the bird trapped in our addition with a broom.|
|Monte bought this hat for $6.00 at a truck stop. He|
said there were 3 sizes: Large, Extra-large and Trucker.
Trucker fit him.
A hero to his family.
|Our Halloween costumes.|
And our Christmas card.
Not above cleaning up the dog poop
of his beloved Nigel.
Happy Anniversary, Monte!
I hope we get to TOGETHER tell our story to a young couple on a plane one day.
Here’s to 19 more.
I love you!