Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Young Love

Thirty-four years ago today my parents and I got in the car and drove over to Ken Cannon's house. He was going to ride up to Salt Lake with us, because, you know, we were getting married.

Only when we got to his house, Ken's mom said he was in the bathroom throwing up. So I went back to the car and told my parents that Ken was in his bathroom throwing up. Then I burst into tears. The boy was having second thoughts about marrying me. CLEARLY! Time to pack it in and go home. We could just freeze the damn wedding cake and pull it out for birthdays. FOR THE REST OF MY MISERABLE LIFE.

My parents, however, said we'd wait for Ken. Which we did. We sat in the driveway and waited until Ken was finished with his business and whatnot and so forth. Eventually, he wobbled outside into the pale April sunshine, blinked and climbed into the back seat with me, all clammy and wan.

And then we drove to Salt Lake. And then we got married.

Best. Decision. Ever.

10 comments:

Amy said...

Smart man (for stumbling into the sunshine....not for puking) :D "Ann Cannon" just has such a great ring to it.

LucindaF said...

I remember you telling me about this. Boys are such resilient pukers. I imagine any boy would be with the likes of you waiting in the car.

Lisa B. said...

awwwwwwwww.

("all clammy and wan"...what, are you a writer or something?)

Congratulations, you two.

Louise Plummer said...

I LOVE this story. Happy Anniversary!

Sara Z. said...

I love this story. Happy anniversary.

James said...

Happy A! I have never heard this story before. Congrats on the best decision ever.

Sherpa said...

Best. Wedding. Story. Ever.


Happy Anniversary!

wjmom said...

Wise parents. Smart man. Beautiful woman. Happy ending (and beginning). All the makings of the best kinds of stories!

Congratulations and happy day!

Tiffany said...

Happy Anniversary! I loved this!

Michemily said...

Yay!