Flirting...

At our friends wedding...on a warm summer day in August in 1975.
Who doesn't feel a bit romantic and flirty at a wedding?

We don't remember who took the pictures.
We were not "technically" even a couple yet.

The bride would later become one of my bridesmaids.
The groom played the piano for our worship song.
(My upper arms would later not look that toned any more, ahem...)

Bernie was 21...and looked far more innocent than he really was.
He was a golden blond surfer who was working in construction during the day and getting his degree in Theology at night.
That didn't leave much time for courtship or even dating.
Plus I was only home from college for three months during the summer.
Long distance phone calls were expensive but worth it!
(I recall him telling me that he would spend at least that much on dating me if I was in town.)

 

That clefted lower lip was something I fervently hoped our children would have.
And they did!
And so does our grandchild!
Flirting...it is a good thing!