Thirty four years ago today Becky and I were married. I had no idea of what I was getting into. Whatever expectations I may have had about marriage, love, and family have been exceeded beyond anything I could have ever dreamed. If I could go back in time, the only thing I would do differently is to propose sooner.
We were married on a Friday, before Labor Day, so that I could have some time off for a short wedding trip. (I just wish Becky could have gone with me. Just kidding!) I remember it being very hot that day, well I think it was, I sure was perspiring profusely all day. My Uncle Jake was best man, and friend Danny Joe was groomsman. Danny and I went to a nearby “wet town” for champagne and almost got busted due to bad tail light on my Firebird.
When we were getting dressed in our rented Tuxes, we ran into a couple of problems. Jake’s shirt was a little too small in the neck, so Danny held him down, and after quite a struggle I finally got the top button fastened, but Jake couldn’t breathe very well for a while. The other problem was that after we were dressed, we had spare Tuxedo parts. We found out later that one of the things left over was called a “cumberbun”. It didn’t matter though, because we were dressed sharper than we had ever been.
Misty, about nineteen months old at the time, slept through the last part of the wedding. She stayed with my parents for the weekend. Becky and I both started missing Misty badly before we came home on Sunday afternoon, but she was fine. If a prophet had been there that weekend and told us all of the things that would happen in our future, the children, the grandchildren, the places we would live and work, etc. we would have said, “no way”! Imagine if they had told us that after thirty four years of marriage we would adopt a fourth daughter, and from China to boot.
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have it entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. 1 Cor. 2:9 KJV.
We were married on a Friday, before Labor Day, so that I could have some time off for a short wedding trip. (I just wish Becky could have gone with me. Just kidding!) I remember it being very hot that day, well I think it was, I sure was perspiring profusely all day. My Uncle Jake was best man, and friend Danny Joe was groomsman. Danny and I went to a nearby “wet town” for champagne and almost got busted due to bad tail light on my Firebird.
When we were getting dressed in our rented Tuxes, we ran into a couple of problems. Jake’s shirt was a little too small in the neck, so Danny held him down, and after quite a struggle I finally got the top button fastened, but Jake couldn’t breathe very well for a while. The other problem was that after we were dressed, we had spare Tuxedo parts. We found out later that one of the things left over was called a “cumberbun”. It didn’t matter though, because we were dressed sharper than we had ever been.
Misty, about nineteen months old at the time, slept through the last part of the wedding. She stayed with my parents for the weekend. Becky and I both started missing Misty badly before we came home on Sunday afternoon, but she was fine. If a prophet had been there that weekend and told us all of the things that would happen in our future, the children, the grandchildren, the places we would live and work, etc. we would have said, “no way”! Imagine if they had told us that after thirty four years of marriage we would adopt a fourth daughter, and from China to boot.
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have it entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. 1 Cor. 2:9 KJV.
Ronnie
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