This past week we celebrated 30 years of marriage. For reasons I cannot explain, number thirty was more significant than number twenty-five. We've known each other for 35 years, which seems like a long time, but in the words of a friend...
You should try 60+
In honor of 10957.3 days here are 30 things about us.
- We love Jesus!
- We love God's Word.
- We love each other!!
- We became engaged over the phone!
- We hadn't seen each other in over a year when we became engaged...but there was a lot of letter writing and phone calls...there were no cell phones then.
- We saw each other twice before we were married.
- The three girls who stood next to me during my wedding still stand by me today...yes, this one is about me.!!!
- Our reception was in the church basement with ham sandwiches, homemade mints and cake.
- We didn't smash the cake in each other's faces... I know, we're boring!
- During our wedding an ice storm began.
- Our car broke down on the way to our exotic honeymoon.
- Our exotic honeymoon was in Des Moines, Iowa.
- Our parents had to pick us up from our exotic honeymoon.
- Husband lost the car keys, but I didn't yell at him!
- Our first fight was about what the back of the car is called.
- I was sick on our honeymoon.
- A week into marriage we took a teenager to a college weekend nine hours away.
- Our second fight was about Bible Study.
- We wanted to be parents, so 16 months after we said 'I do.' we became Mom and Dad.
- Early in our marriage we spent time apart, sometimes a week at time, because of the Mister's district responsibilities.
- We love Jesus!
- We love God's Word!!
- We love to laugh...sometimes at each other.
- We love to sit on the couch(I sit on the couch, he reclines)after dinner watching the news, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.
- We LOVE our kids.
- We LOVE our moms!!
- We love to read.
- We LOVE our Church.
- One our favorite things to do together is go out to eat.
- We love Jesus.
You can read the rest of the story in my book, Confessions of a Farmer's Daughter
I have been asked on several occasions where my kids get their
=a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about
I stutter and stammer, trying to explain why Kelsey went to Italy as a nanny several years ago and is presently in St. John living and working. Why Hannah has travelled throughout Europe and Southeast Asia and moved to Arizona to live and work, and why Justin ventured to North Dakota a couple of years ago to work in oil fields and now lives with his wife in Wyoming. My guess is Lauren will do the same, not work in oil fields....wander!!!
While reading a book on third culture kids I came across why I think these children of mine do what they do.
Rob and I gave them wings.
"they all flew in airplanes before they could walk."
With the exception of Lauren who took a 21 hour car ride before she could walk. Our kids have spent their lives flying or taking very long car rides to visit grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. The roads we have travelled have been many. They have lived in Kansas, Indiana and Kingston, and Lafayette, NY. They will tell you our move from downstate to upstate was one of the hardest things they've done. That move shaped who they are today, which is a subject for another post.
We started them on the road and airplane when they were very young which, I believe, *
"taught them to look beyond the obstacles of their dreams and look at the benefits."We gave them the desire to rove or travel about because that is how we have lived. We have followed our Friend Who sticks closer than a brother, looking beyond what we would be leaving behind, which in most cases was dear, dear friends and church family and our extended family and friends. We looked ahead to what God was calling us to do, confident He would give us everything we needed as we packed up. We want to "see the world through the lens of hope and opportunity"*
, which I'm guessing we have also passed onto our kids.
So now I have my answer the next time you ask me why my kids live where they do...blame it on the parents.
*Between Worlds: Essays on Culture and Belonging