{"id":439,"date":"2016-04-04T08:00:20","date_gmt":"2016-04-04T12:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=439"},"modified":"2016-04-16T15:14:06","modified_gmt":"2016-04-16T19:14:06","slug":"christina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=439","title":{"rendered":"C: Christina (WR)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-hWZu1zhAW3k\/VsOnlBDX6UI\/AAAAAAAAWaY\/lvTzy3xq_a8\/s1600\/C.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"133\" height=\"133\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When you look at life\u2019s choices and changes, one of the most profound and influencing choice I ever made was to share my life with Christina.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-441\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-441\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg-300x185.jpg\" alt=\"HCJenWedding.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"185\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg-300x185.jpg 300w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg-768x472.jpg 768w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg-1024x630.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/HCJenWedding.jpg.jpg 1746w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I fell in like with her the first time I saw her on the dance floor. I danced with her once or twice and figured that I would see her at the next dance. That didn&#8217;t happen at the time. It was at a party at one of her housemates house right after Hurricane Gloria that I found her again. We danced together most of the night. We kissed goodbye at the end of the evening and I got her phone number. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For one who hates to make phone calls, I actually decided to call her up and she was there. Either that or she called me, which if it didn&#8217;t happen the first time, certainly happened the next. Over the next few weeks my like fell into love. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We began to see each other more often. We&#8217;d meet after my classes at Suffolk Community College at Friendly&#8217;s and other places. We would go for walks through Port Jefferson. And at dances, well, I had a partner now. I even got to meet her mother when she came to visit. Things were good. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We enjoyed the times we spent with each other. We led busy lives. I was a full-time teacher and she was working on getting her PhD. She moved in with me and 2 years later she accepted my proposal; \u00a0we were married and she got her doctorate. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You can read some of my writings about how we met at: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=384\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=384<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=402\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=402<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Planting-Fields-C-1484.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-440\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-440\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Planting-Fields-C-1484-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"Planting Fields C 1484\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Planting-Fields-C-1484-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Planting-Fields-C-1484-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/Planting-Fields-C-1484-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christina has known me now for over half her life. I still have a few years to go to reach that time frame. She is my friend, my lover, my confidant, my support, my critic and buys me great clothes. If I were to change anything about our relationship, I would wish that it had started earlier. As I sign all of my birthday, valentine\u2019s day, mother\u2019s day and anniversary cards to her\u2026 Love always. h<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you look at life\u2019s choices and changes, one of the most profound and influencing choice I ever made was to share my life with Christina. 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