The night was cool. I remember only because some people had blankets. Not us - The Geneva County High School Band. We were performing. It was half-time. I was a member of the prestigious "Flag Corp." Yes, I was very important in the grand scheme of things.
This was an
important game for both schools. We were rivals - our schools being only six
miles apart. We were pumped because it was also the first game of the season.
twirled and entertained. We were just that good. Bwahahaha.
As it turned
out, I was being watched. Girls, you need to know - he was a SENIOR! Mmmhhmmm.
A senior. I was only a sophomore, so this was a big bonus in his favor. I was
not yet allowed to date, but still a senior taking notice was nice.
When we came off
the field, a mutual friend introduced me to this admirer. He was cute, however,
just a tidge shorter than me. You may
laugh, but realize that I also had on some smokin' white.to.the.knee boots. With heels. I was a
good three inches taller on this cool September night. One of the popular songs
on the radio that year was called "Short People." I'm just
chatted then it was time for me to return to the stands for the remainder of
the game. I didn't see him again that night. Although, he started calling me
soon after. I was intrigued, but not particularly interested. Turns out, he was
interested enough for both of us!
One day about a
month later, my phone rang and he asked me out. I boldly said yes! If you
recall, I was not allowed to date yet. Now what ?
I talked to my
mom first. She sent me up the ranks to ask my dad. My dad was military. That's
all I'll say about that. I was scared. I knew the rules and here I was planning
to ask him to change his mind. So I could date. Right!
My little skinny,
knobby knees ( oh how I miss those) were banging together as I explained to my
great big daddy that I had sorta, kinda accepted a date with a boy. A senior
boy. With a car. Could I pleeeeeaaaaasssse go?
My daddy said
yes! Unbelievable! Even now, it amazes me that he agreed (he later regretted
this, but that is a different story).
As it turned
out, that senior boy won my heart. He loves to tell people about what I was
wearing when he first saw me. Short shorts. Purple short shorts. He liked 'em!
September night was a history maker. It was the night I met my future husband.
It was thirty-three years ago. It was six children and nine grandchildren
(almost eleven) ago. It was many happy days and many sad days ago. It was many
loving days and many hurtful days ago. A lot of ups and downs. An ebb and
Thirty-three years is a long time. It is also a blink of an eye.
This story could
have easily been finished years ago. If not for the grace of our Lord Jesus, it probably
Praise Him, He
saw us through.
He is still doing it. Without Him to lead us, we would have
been so lost, so broken and so weak.
Thank you Lord,
for my sweet husband. Thank you for his love of purple short shorts all those
years ago. Thanks for allowing him to love me now that those skinny days are
behind me and this face is no longer a youthful one.