1955. The first time my parents got married. To each other. Yes, there was a second wedding, and a second divorce. Had they stayed married the first time around, today would be their 64th anniversary. I can't get over how young and gorgeous they were. To be honest, this is how I prefer to remember them. Before four kids and the realities of commitment caused them to separate. Here, they're hopeful and they really don't know each other very well. I'm not certain, but I think they have known each other less than a year at this point. Ignorance is bliss, they say.
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