Project 365 Day 18: The Original Red Skippies

He says I was pretty sassy when he met me. I was 20 and he was 24.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. He had driven to James Madison University, where I was in school, all the way from Georgia. I saw his old pick up outside my dorm window and rushed down the spiral staircase at the end of my hallway. We had been dating about 6 weeks. As I rounded the top of the stairs, I saw those peaceful blues looking up at me from the bottom step. He smiled and asked, “Where’d you get those red skippies?” He often commented on my clothing choices, as if they were a part of my personality that he admired. He still does. I spent a lot of time holding his hand, talking about love and life, going to places I’d never been before, all in those red skippies. These red skippies. I still have them. I could never give them away, after walking on railroad tracks in them, dancing in the rain in them. Getting kissed down to my toes in them.  After falling in love in them.

Annie sports these from time to time, trying to tug them from my possession. She thinks they are cute, and they are, but it is more than that. She knows our story. A North Carolina country boy meets an outgoing, kind of wild, Virginia girl, and are married within a year. Ah, the magic of the red skippies. Perhaps I will buy her a pair of her own to fall in love in.