My Boyfriend of 50 years

                                                                  Today is a day that is cemented in 

PaulA and Kat history....

December 5th, 

our first date...

a mere 50 years ago.

We were sophomores at UVM,

living in the dorms on Redstone Campus

and

PaulA asked me to 

 a semi-formal party.

   

(The party was as "semi-formal" 

as you can get in a

dormitory lounge made of 

porous gray cinder blocks.)

So, as girls do…

I debated on what I should wear.  

Nothing I owned seemed worthy of a 

concrete block 

semi-formal affair…

so I walked “down street” to the center of Burlington 

to look for a 

cool yet groovy 

outfit to wear…

and I came back with a 

brown velvet skirt and matching brown vest.

 #whatwasIthinking?

I guess I was going for a look that screamed

the old UPS slogan...

 "What-can-Brown-do-for-you?"

 It's a wonder PaulA didn't send me packing...

with packing slip and all.

I must say...

my date was looking quite spiffy in his 

corduroy jacket, 

white tie, 

and curly hair.

Anywhoooo……

This morning PaulA  said to me...

"Today is December 5th...

the anniversary of our first date…

50 years ago.”

With a sweet card and 

dinner reservations...

this curly-haired boy's 

still got it.

That there is 

concrete (dorm room)

 proof 

my brown outfit didn't scare him away

and that

December 5th is 

cemented in 

PaulA and Kat history.

Who would have known 

that our first date would lead to 

countless more over 50 years……

and that PaulA would become my amazing husband, father and “Hop."

Concrete fact:  He will always be my boyfriend.