In going through some boxes from his parents house, Matt and I have been exploring the past. I’ve read his ninth grade autobiography, found his car featured in the high school paper (a yellow Dune Buggy: “I like things with their tops off” and “It’s one of a kind and fun–like me” — what a jokester), and perused some impressive report cards.
One packet of paper was from the end of a track and field season with results from various meets. In it were results from league competitions and dual meets, showing us both competing. There was even a picture of me winning a race framed in our living room that was recorded the packet.
I wonder if things would have been different if we knew our future spouse was there.