What to do, what to do…usually I can pull out old photos from a stack of family members on their birthdays. I don’t have a stockpile of childhood photographs of my wife (note to self: next time I’m in Washington, raid the in-laws’ family albums). This means there’s a lack of easy material here.
Hmmm. A-ha—the high school yearbook!
Here she is in her senior year of high school:
Dang. She looks fine. And trust me, she’s only gotten better over the years.
Alas, since we did go to high school together, that means my picture is in the same yearbook. Just to be fair (and as another piece of evidence in the Sb Nerd-Off) here’s me at the same time.
Seriously, if you’d seen that, would you have ever guessed that he’d catch the prettiest girl in school?
Those are from 31 years ago. I think we can make it for at least another 31.