Friday, April 26, 2013

April 26--many moons ago

Even though Ken Cannon and I went to the same grade school and possibly played kissing tag at recess, I don't remember meeting him until we wound up at Provo High School together.   The first time I saw him, he was sitting at the end of a dark hall wearing a torn up sweatshirt looking too cool for school.  He had lots of dark facial hair and a wild perm.  Only I didn't know it was a perm then.  But whatever.  I am cool with guys and perms.  In fact, my brother had a perm once.  TRQ gave it to him one Sunday night when he was twelve years old before we went on a long road trip, which meant we all had to sit there in a station wagon and smell his hair for awhile.  Although that's not the point.

The point is this:  I thought he (Ken Cannon, not my brother) was cute.  But possibly a bad boy.  A cute bad boy in a ripped up sweatshirt who could certainly NEVER be interested in someone like me.

Little did I know that we'd be walking down the aisle together a few years later on April 26, l977.  That's right.  It's our anniversary today.

Happy Anniversary, Ken Cannon.  You're the best.

8 comments:

radagast said...

Yep. There it is. The pretty girls always go for the bad boys, alas. But, okay, happy anniversary!

Amelia said...

Happy Anniversary!

Lisa B. said...

oh happy anniversary! I love you both!

Emily said...

Happy Anniversary! I'm happy to see that torn sweatshirts and boy perms can result in pure bliss!

Michelle Renee Stimpson said...

I love your writing every single day, but particularly today.

Louise Plummer said...

Two out of my four boys had perms. Loved them. Ken, of course, is not a bad boy at all, and the two of you are a celebration of marriage. Congratulations.

CSIowa said...

Congratulations!

Bonnie White said...

Happy Anniversary. How do you celebrate anniversaries?