We met at a Christian college. He was 18, I was 17.
Our first date was at Pizza Hut.
We were sooooo broke that we bought
a single serving of breadsticks for .99 cents.
We shared them and a water,
laughed, and said we were full.
Now, he makes me pizza every week.
Here we are 22 years later.
(We celebrated last week.)
I'm sure there were some who thought
we just might not work out:
Too young, too poor, and over the years, too many kids...
Well, maybe they're right.
We'll just give it a little more time.