Friday, January 15, 2010
Today is my parent's 35th wedding anniversary. My dad wanted to be different when choosing a date and so, they decided on January instead of June. They were married in the middle of the month and the middle of the week. A Wednesday at 3-ish or so in the afternoon. Just another way to be different. He was 25 and she was 19. One month later, she was pregnant. Six weeks into the pregnancy, she had a miscarriage. When she went in to her doctor, they found another baby. Me. Turns out, there were 2. I was born at the end of November. So, in the space of one year, 1975, they were married, got pregnant with twins, lost one, and had me. A very eventful way to begin a life together.