Ronnie B. was my high school sweetheart. For most of my Junior year each and every time I left my house, I told my mom where I was going. Then I told her to let Ron Barber know where I was if he called. By the end of the year I think my mom thought Ron Barber didn't really exist. Boy was she surprised when he called on a Friday night the last week of school. She almost dropped the phone!
Ron called. We had our first date the next day. That was it for both of us and no one thought we had a clue what love was at barely 17. Here we are at the ripe old age of 55 and we still only have eyes for each other.
Happy Valentine's week to the boy who became the man of my dreams from the very first phone call. Okay I kind of knew he was the one for months before he actually picked up the phone, my Ron Barber.