He was in MineLant at the time. Their motto was "Iron Men on Wooden Ships". That was not only a catchy motto, it was what the kids today would term "hot". He already had ten years in the Navy. I was still trying to find out who I was and what I wanted to be. If that sounds a bit "hippyish", remember, it was 1968. You do the math.
The 60's were turbulent times filled with excitement and misgivings, violence and great heroics. Men were still going to war, even as today. I knew the day would come when the ship would no longer be sitting port side. And so it was.
The ship went to sea soon after we met and there was much exchanging of letters and dreams between us. On his return Stateside, we discovered that the attraction was still as strong. He proposed, I accepted. I can hardly believe that it was 44 years ago October 15. It seems like yesterday, but then I can hardly keep up with time the way it flies by. No marriage is perfect, I've heard it said. But ours has come pretty darned close. During our marriage we have traveled the world and seen the sites. We reared our children to be bold and honest, with themselves and others. All in all it has been a great success, wouldn't you agree? So, to Mac...my beloved...I love you every bit as much as I did the night we married...no, that's wrong. I love you so much more for so many reasons it would take 44 more years to tell you exactly what they are. So, Happy Anniversary....you still make me laugh and cry, so all in all it has been quite a dance. Here's to another 44 years if you think you can handle it!