25 Years Ago Today

Twenty-five years ago today, I dropped, face first, into the couch, exhausted, wishing the day could be over. For some reason, Kevin decided we needed to stop at his parents' house before driving back to campus, but his parents left to get gas and run to the post office (who runs errands on Sunday nights?). We were stuck there waiting for them. I was annoyed. And crabby. And tired.

Kevin kneeled on the floor next to my head, trying to brush the hair away from my face. I let him know my annoyance and didn't respond.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered, my face still firmly planted into the couch. I wasn't making it easy on him.

Undaunted, he drew close to my ear and spoke softly.

"Will you marry me?"

I thought he was dreaming. We'd talked about getting married, but being poor college students, it seemed a far off proposition. Why toy with my heart now, when all I wanted to do was get home and go to bed? Why bring it up again and rub salt in the wound? I didn't even look at him as I said, "I am really NOT in the mood for this tonight."

"No, really," he said, backing away, "I have a ring and everything!"

I turned my head to see him on one knee holding an engagement ring.

Guess who perked up pretty fast?

Thus began our adventure of being yoked. The poor guy should have known what he was getting into, right? Yet somehow he is able to look beyond my faults and love me completely. What a tremendous blessing he's been.


To my dear, sweet, wonderful husband--how I love you! I appreciate the selfless love you consistently give, even when I act as ugly as the day you asked me to marry you. Thanks for asking. Thanks for putting up with my moods. Thank you for joining me in life's journey and making the ride pure joy. I can't, and don't want to, imagine life without you. I love you!