Memory Jog

With our anniversary just past, I’ve been thinking a lot about our early days together.

We’d been dating not even two weeks and Buds was sitting in the living room of the apartment Ragsbottom and I shared.

“Hey, Ginnie,” said Ragsbottom. “I can’t go home with you this weekend.” Brief pause…”Buds, why don’t you go with her?”

Ah, Ragsbottom, in her sweet, kind, wonderful, interfering way, she was pushing us into new territory.

I gulped and looked at him.

“Do you have plans? Would you like to go home with me?”

He got that big, loopy grin on his face, “Sure!”

So, home we traveled after being together for two weeks for him to meet my parents.

The funny part of the memory, I had to introduce him to my family and friends as just, “Buds” because I couldn’t pronounce his last name yet.