Thirty five years ago, Craig came over to my apartment on White Ave. for lasagna. He brought a bottle of wine. We had known each other since the summer of '72 when we both graduated from high school. He went to Farragut and I went to Bearden. We both worked at the Sheraton Inn on Executive Park Drive, now the Holiday Inn. I remembered Craig from when he moved to Tennessee in 1968. He was the new kid, arriving just 6 weeks before the end of school. He ran with a different crowd than I did, so he didn't know me. Ever since that Valentine's we have had lasagna. Now our girls are beginning to do that with their husbands. Our family has this think about tradition...
We have been married now for almost 34 years. Wow, seems like only yesterday we were the ages of our adult daughters.
