“Do you want some help with that?”
I think those were the first words I ever heard him utter.
Since I had never made gravy in my life, I said, “Sure.” That was in 1976, and we’ve been friends ever since.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, that is how I met the man I married. But that little dinner party was actually not our beginning. There were things that had to happen first. Lots of things.
Six years later, we went on our first date, and another year after that—28 years ago today—we were married.
It would be madness to capsulize three decades into 300 words; I won’t even try. But I can say this: at the 5-, 10-, or even 20-year mark, neither Dave nor I would have guessed we’d be as happy as we are today. (Would you believe, at 3 o’clock this morning we were sharing chocolate truffles and laughing at The Andy Griffith Show?)
Yes, this union has weathered a lot of storms. And each of us has morphed through life: Dave: Oklahoma Plowboy, Berkley Hippy, Cook, Engineer, Dad. Laura: Goody-Two-Shoes, Party Girl, Office Worker, Mom. But through all the changes, one thing has remained: our marriage. And we give all the glory for that to our GOD. If you know the details, so would you.
And to top it off, the Lord (who is way more gracious we deserve) has given us three daughters, two sons-in-law (so far), and two grandchildren (so far)—all of whom are nothing short of awesome.
What countless joys we celebrate.
My husband has given me only one rule regarding this blog, that being not to write about him. But again today I break that rule. I want to tell everyone that he is my dear Dave, who loves me and takes care of me; I’m so glad I am married to him.
And it doesn’t hurt that he buys me truffles. 😉