9 x 12, oil on linen
I fell in love with him when I was fourteen. I remember dancing with him on the gym floor, and he sang to me... and I knew. This is the boy. He left me roses in my locker with no note. He knew that I would know, they were from him. He treated me like a princess. He was never jealous, because he knew that I loved him. We grew up together. He put up with me, and I put up with him. Folks ask, "Do y'all ever fight???" Of course we do. But we forgive easily. Now we've been married twenty years, and I love him more now than I ever have.
This is a picture of Vann and me when we were fifteen.