|This photo sit on our mantle. We are about the same age and both in sailor suits.|
Zach and I met when we were six years old, 1987. We lived down the street from each other and shared our first grade class. Mrs. Simmons at Baily Lake School. I remember him being the boy with the beautiful green eyes. He says he doesn't have a lot of memories of me back then, except for a game of crack-the-whip on the elementary playground. Evidently I fell and he felt sorry for me. I don't remember this, but I'm glad he does.
We became better friends in 5th grade. We would ride bikes together with the neighborhood kids, and he came to my Halloween Party dressed as Dracula.
In Middle School we drifted apart, but ironically I became very good friends with his cousin Krissy and would stay the night at her house and swim in her (and Zach's) grandparent's pool. (Un-knowing that they were related.) I actually knew Zach's aunts and grandparents before we started dating, and they knew me.
In the summer after 9th grade we became best friends. I grew up riding dirt bikes with my brother and neighborhood boys (I was quite the Tom-boy) and Zach was right there in the mix. He was quiet and I was also shy and I was drawn to his subtle personality and the fact that he wasn't a show off.
Our first date was at the Dollar Theater, and we saw Dragon Heart... stupid movie, but I didn't care. I was with him and that's all that's mattered.
|Our first Dance, Homecoming 1996|
My dad passed away 5 months later, but I was so glad to have him at our wedding. He loved Zach like a son.