38 years ago today I said, I do.
We stood in front of an old black Southern Baptist judge who did her best to scare the hell out of us.
In a castigating voice she lectured us about the monumental mistake we were making, and assured us we were being stupid. Walk out now, she said, and save yourself a lot of grief. The walls of Jericho had better odds than your ill-conceived notion.
I can laugh about it now and bless that good woman every day. She wanted us to be sure. I overheard her telling my parents that she didn't want to see us a few months down the road asking for a divorce.
When it came time for me to say, I do, instead I said, I sure do, and she almost laughed. Almost. One corner of her mouth lifted incrementally.
She was right to put the fear of God into us. The first couple of years were tough! You could see it in our photos. I don't recall ever being hungry, but we sure did look thin.
Our first dining room set consisted of a large cardboard box for a table and two shipping drums as our chairs.
There was a lot of pasta eaten in the early years. And often times we lived from paycheck to paycheck. But we must've had guardian angels. Whenever things looked exceptionally grim, something always turned up.
For our first Thanksgiving, with no money for food, $50 fell out of a knot hole in a cedar closet. Out of a knot hole! I couldn't believe it.
At Christmas, I squirrelled away change for the $10 I'd need to buy a Christmas tree. Instead, the manager at the store gave us the tree. (You can read the original story here.)
That same year, I'd been feeling very lonely after we moved to Texas. My sister gifted us with our first puppy (and everything a puppy would need).
We were poor as dust, but buddy, I can tell you that by the close of 1976, we felt like Rockefellers. We had food, love, and a warm puppy. What more could we ask for?
We were ridiculously happy for being so poor. Times were lean, but that was okay. We had all we needed.
38 years later. We still operate with the same principles. Food, love, and a warm puppy...multiplied by four.
I'm sure that dear old judge is gone now, but I'd like to tell her she didn't make a mistake marrying us. We were sure.
In other news: I came down with a sore throat and will be missing the fair again. I was hoping it was just allergies, but it's beginning to feel more serious than that. :sigh:
The important thing is, Greg's home...and we have plenty of puppies.
Has anyone ever tried to talk you out of something you really wanted?