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Our Daily Thread 2-14-13

Good Morning! 

♥ ♥ ♥ Happy Valentines Day! ♥ ♥ ♥

Quote of the Day

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.”

Charles  M. Schulz 🙂

QoD

How did you meet your Valentine?

I met mine at a friend’s wedding. She looked more stunning than any women there, even the bride. I have a rule. I don’t dance, because I can’t. But for her, I broke that rule. Her date didn’t want to dance with her, but I did. That was 20 years ago this October. 🙂

Best decision I ever made. 🙂

I love you ♥Cheryl Jackson♥, thanks for being my ♥Valentine♥ 🙂

54 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 2-14-13”

  3. I used a white grosgrain ribbon and tied BG’s Valentine card and candy all together. I sneaked into her room this moring and put it on her nightstand. Then while my Big Valentine was in the bathroom this morning I put his candy and card on his nightstand. He stumbled back to bed. I don’t know if he has seen it yet. Probably not. He has been in a lot of pain since yesterday when they ran the tests on him for back surgery.
    Surgery is scheduled for next Friday the 22nd. They will have to pull our the existing fusion and do a new one going up a few more vertabrae. He started mentioning how they were going to have to “clean up some nerves” –THAT didn’t sound like anything I wanted to hear!!!!

    I will have a busy day today. All of you behave now, you hear me!

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  5. Don’t know nothing about Blue Devil’s nor Heels. I’m a Gamecock.
    Our high school was the Blue Devils. They won the state championship in 1947.
    I never payed sports. Too small.
    I’m reluctant to do this because I told this in 2007, when we celebrated our fiftieth anniversary. But looking back, years later, I saw God’s hand in this. It was initially, a more difficult courtship that it appears from this blurb.
    I’m posting it in two parts because it’s long, even though I cut out a bit.

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  6. This is taken from an autobiography I’m writing for my grandkids. Not that I think they especially care. What it is, is a scrapbook of selected pictures from my life and an explanation. Some things I omitted with (…..) for various reasons. And some additions enclosed ( addition).

    On February 13, 1955, I was attending the evening service at the First Baptist Church of Columbia. I was sitting with Al Tolley, Margaret Smith and Slim Roberts. At the invitation, a lovely young woman joined the church. When Dr. Ellis introduced her, I wrote her name in my Bible. (…..) I left with my friends after the service, but was on the lookout for her thereafter. I later met her at an after church party at someone’s home. I talked with her and offered to take her home. But she had her car. Again, after a Wednesday evening service, I was walking past the parking lot. I noticed her car had a flat tire. I changed the tire for her and she got in and left with a soldier from Fort Jackson named Ernest. She says that Ernest came up later, but that’s not the way I remember it. I think Ernest didn’t know how to change a tire. (One evening), Al Tolley and I went into Taylor Street Pharmacy to get something to eat. Elvera was there and we sat with her. I offered to take her home, but she lived just around the corner. Acerbating the problem, she often went home to Brushy Creek (a small community near Greer, SC) on weekends. Elvera wasn’t a student; she was a secretary at Colonial Life Insurance Co.

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  7. They do a lot of flying over the area so there are several short videos where you can see my slice of Paradise.
    They are located on the “Ditch” which is the Intracoastal Waterway. They place the reefs out in the Gulf of Mexico.

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  8. Our group usually sat downstairs at church, near the front, right side during worship services. (Never in the balcony.) On November 5, 1955, all my friends were somewhere else and I attended church alone. That Sunday, for some reason, I decided to sit in the balcony; very unusual for me. I hadn’t noticed her during the service, but while going down stairs after the service, I found my self beside Elvera Collins and invited her to lunch. She agreed and I took her to Walgreens where we had eighty-nine cent steaks.
    During lunch, I invited her to attend a meeting that afternoon at Sandy Run BC (now FBC Gaston) in Gaston where a friend Everett Talbert was pastor. (……)
    The next Saturday, 12 November. I took her to the Duke-Carolina football game. (….) Al took Margaret. I bought Elvera a corsage, but since Margaret didn’t have one, she didn’t wear hers. (……………) As I said before, we initially had problems getting together. I was (going to school and) working two jobs. So, I had no weekday evenings to spare. Also, she was still going with Ernest. But she started going to the Service Center and USO (where we conducted evangelistic services on Saturday evenings & Sundry afternoons) with me. (She became part of our team) and we became a couple. (……….)
    (My parents didn’t know abut her until I took her to Charleston in the spring of 1956.
    We got engaged during the summer of 1956 and married (on June 9, 1957) the second Sunday after I graduated from USC.
    Granddaughter, Mary has the same anniversary.)

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  9. This is basically a cut and paste from what I commented on Michelle’s blog a few days ago (typos fixed and last detail added):

    Me: 19 years old, and because of a paperwork problem I was late getting to the Defense Language Institute with the rest of my class from basic training. The paperwork problem kept me at basic as a holdover long enough to become a witness at a court martial against a drill sergeant. I arrived at DLI a full 9 months after my peers and discovered that I had nothing in common with most of them, so I got a whole batch of new friends in my new class.

    Him: 26 years old and just off a tour in Panama. He was one of those Special Forces bad boys. I really had no interest in the SF guys. I was not impressed with the hat. (Don’t Girl scouts wear Green Berets too?) He started dating a friend who was an SF groupie. She was not kind to him and he started talking to me about his relationship with my friend.

    I liked him well enough, but he was my friend’s boyfriend. Finally, one day my friend said, “Would you take this guy off my hands?” That gave me license to be interested in him, but when we first started going out, I told him that I’d date him, but he was Mr. Right Now, and that I was not interested in continuing the relationship in 3 more months because I was graduating and moving on. And don’t bother telling me any lies about “I love you,” because i’ve heard it all before and I don’t want to hear it again. He chased me until I caught him.

    We will be celebrating 32 years this month.

    Oh, I forgot to mention, had I arrived at DLI when I was supposed to, I would have missed him by a month.

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  11. KLasko, it’s strange how such insignificant events can be life changing. If I hadn’t been in the balcony that Sunday, Chuck would never have been born.
    You may ask, “Why didn’t you just go and ask her out?” FBC Columbia is a big church and the “College/Career” SS class was big also. We didn’t run in the same circles.
    As I said, it was difficult at first. She wasn’t especially interested in me. We went for lunch on 5 November. I forgot when it was but our first kiss was under the mistletoe. She had a thing for Al Tolley, but I didn’t learn that until after we had been long married. Al had Margaret. They broke up, which is another tragic story.

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  12. I met Mr. Adios at a Bible Study in Huntington Beach. I was a new student at CSULB so I went to this Bible Study with a new friend and didn’t know anyone there. All the guys were hanging around out front before the study started and my friend introduced everyone as we went in. I was shaking a lot of hands, but when I shook his the question passed my mind, “I wonder if this is my future husband.” That struck me as totally bizarre in the moment because I was going with another guy at the time and the thought came almost as a whisper, like it was not really my own thought.

    By the time the study was over I had almost forgotten it and though I would get to know hubby better as time went on I did not have those kinds of thoughts in our interactions. I year later he transfered from a junior college to Long Beach State and we began working closely in campus ministry together. We became good friends and had a lot of similar interests–surfing, running, George Strait and Trojan Football. Our first date we went surfing. An Idaho boy trying to show off for a SoCAl girl. Our second date went on a six mile run. Our third date I took him horseback riding. A SoCal girl trying to show an Idoho boy my country cred. It wasn’t until he proposed that the weird thought the first time I met him came back to me.

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  13. Kim, I’ll have to check it out. I love reef diving and fell in love with the Gulf coast when we were back there. I am such a sucker for a good beach 😉 Though I usually prefer the wave generating kind.

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  14. I met my hubby in a bowling league that a friend convinced me to join because he thought I was turning into too much of a loner. The only time my normally EXTREMELY easy-going guy turns into a bear is when he’s bowling – so much so that later my sister-in-law told me she couldn’t believe he ended up marrying someone who met him at bowling. We will be 34 years in July.

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  15. I met my hubby in a grade 12 chemistry class. He sat one row over and 2 seats behind me. I kept turning and looking at him as if I should know him from somewhere. We never did figure out if we had met before, but it was an instant connection and we’ve never looked back. You might say it was chemistry 🙂

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  16. Y’all already know how I met my husband (and if you don’t, I wrote the story on Michelle’s blog the other day too).

    And yes, my husband and I both got each other chocolates from the same place, on different trips. I might not have told him about the extra “stop” when I went shopping last week, but he knew. (I asked, “Did you suspect?” and he said, “I went right past ‘suspect’ to passing sentence.”) I put my homemade card on the table and made him chocolate for breakfast–chocolate Malt-o-Meal (kisses melted in the cereal as it finished cooking).

    For lunch we get to go to Red Lobster. (We have a gift card.)

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  19. I met my forever Valentine at work when I was 22 years old. My dad was selling his company to the company Scott worked for and I was working for my dad, fresh out of college. Scott was 27 and had been in the work force for five years. He seemed especially mature to me — owned his own home, carried a briefcase, etc. We worked in the same office, but not for the same company. We talked in the break room and at the copier, but it was always just small talk. I was very attracted to him, but he never made a move. We both had attended UT-Austin, but not at the same time.

    After two years of working in the same office, I was preparing to go back to graduate school. Realizing time was short, I gathered up all of my courage and asked him out for margaritas after work. I was super nervous, as I’d never asked a boy out before. He said yes. We went out for margaritas and then went to dinner. We dated casually after that for a couple of months. I was also dating another boy during this time. Other boy wanted to get serious, and as I was hoping to get married, I quit dating Scott. After we got married, he admitted he was devastated when I called it off. However, at the time, I had no idea he liked me that much.

    I spent two years in Austin getting my master’s in social work. During that time, I’d occasionally come to Houston to see friends. Scott and I had lunch a few times when I was in town, but I didn’t think much of it. After graduate school, I moved back to Houston for a job. A year after moving back to Houston, Scott called my Dad and asked about me (Dad and Scott knew each other well from work). Dad gave him my number. He called me and we talked on the phone for over an hour. We met for dinner a few days later and I couldn’t believe I’d ever dumped this guy! This time, we got serious quickly. Our first date was in July. We were engaged in January and our wedding was six weeks later in March. March 6 will be 14 years!

    Scott and I are polar opposites in many areas, yet he is a true blessing to me. For example, I dated a lot of frogs before finding my prince. Scott, otoh, didn’t date much. As a matter of fact, I am the only woman he’s ever said “I love you” to! This makes me feel extremely special. I am so glad he chose me!

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  20. Saturday, May 14, 1983:

    A friend of mine and I went to a nightclub with live music from a local rock band, I think my friend’s brother’s band, if I remember right. We sat at a table in the middle of the room when we weren’t out on the dance floor, and at one point my friend told me there was this guy sitting at a table way at the edge of the room who kept looking at me. She told me I should go over and ask him to dance, to which I replied, “If he wants to dance, he can come and ask me.” 🙂

    Well, yes, he did. Later, much later, not the same night, I found out he had thought at first (from a distance) that I was someone else! But he was okay with the fact that I was not 😉 In fact, it wasn’t long after we had started chatting with each other that evening that he was already thinking that I may be the one. I’ve mentioned this before, but he figured out that combining my first name with his last name, as in combining it in marriage 😉 would make my name the same as a movie star from the past. That’s when he told me, with a twinkle in his eye, “Play your cards right and someday you’ll be somebody.” 🙂 It’s a good thing I knew what he was talking about, otherwise I might have socked him one, and that would have been the end of that! (Just kidding) 😀 I loved his sense of humor right from the start — he’s a keeper. 😉

    Oh, and by the way, he had gone to that nightclub earlier that evening, but not much was going on, so he left. But instead of calling it an early night, he went back later, and that’s when we met.

    And the other thing was that I had been to that same place with the same friend the night before, and had met a different guy. He asked for my phone number; I gave it to him, and he said he would call. The next night, when I met Mr. Arrows, he also asked me for my phone number; I gave it to him, and he, too, said he would call.

    Well, one of those guys called, and the other never did, and the rest, as they say, is history. 🙂

    Met May 14, 1983.
    Engaged Easter Sunday 1985
    Married June 14, 1986 — just weeks after my college graduation.

    “14” is our number; met on a 14th, married on a 14th, and God also blessed us with two babies born on May 14 (2nd and 4th Arrows). 🙂

    And today is the 14th 🙂

    Happy Valentine’s Day, guys. See you next month. 🙂

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  21. Circle K. He asked me to go watch him bowl in a tournament. Five days later we were engaged. Five months later we were married. A year later we had a baby. A year later we had a baby. A year later we had a baby. Well, you know the rest. Coming up on thirty four this July. Years, not children. Children is stuck at fifteen for now.

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  23. I met my Valentine in San Diego when I was stationed aboard the USS Longbeach. I would quietly sing hymns in the chow line and a friend of mine asked me if I would like to meet a Christian woman who loved to sing hymns as well. She was stationed at MCRD San Diego with his fiance. The rest is history. 🙂

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  25. It’s a good thing I love my husband…a very good thing for him…let me tell you why….
    I woke this morning at 4…to make his coffee before he headed out for his weekly morning run with his buddies….It is 8:00…he’s home…he was supposed to go to work right after his run. He walks in the house and asks me if I smell something…ummmmm…SKUNK!!!?? He was running down the trail and lo and behold who was waiting for him right around the curve? Mr SKUNK!! I now have candles burning all around the house (no…it’s not to create romantic ambience!!) Paul is soaking in de skunking solution in the tub…I have windows open and will be washing his contaminated clothing…he may be burning his running shoes…

    Qod…we met in a “nightclub”/bar….he asked me what time it was…that was in March of 75…we married in August of that year…37 years of wedded “bliss”….highs, lows, children…and skunks…yep…I love him 🙂

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  27. 6 Arrows,

    And don’t forget, every few years May 14th is also Mother’s Day. 🙂

    And it’s my birthday too! 🙂

    NancyJill,

    So I guess we could say he brought you perfume for Valentines Day. Now that’s love. 🙂

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  29. My wife says she noticed me as soon as she walked in the church at the wedding. I was wearing a tux since I was in it. I clean up pretty good I’ve been told. Anyway, she gave me her number after we danced. But I lost it. I was pretty upset. But a few days later I remembered her telling me she rented an apartment from someone. So I found his number, called his house, explained the situation to his wife, and she ran upstairs and got Cheryl. She informed me that she had dumped her date, I asked her to go for coffee, and the rest is history. I’m a lucky man. 🙂

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  30. I met my husband while waiting in line to try to get into a history class at the university we both attended. He was introduced to me by a man I was dating at the time. (I was dating three different men at that time–it was not unusual in those days.)

    He was almost seven years older than me, so we had very little in common. I did love that he was very serious about the Lord. I had a church background, but knew nothing about a personal relationship with the Lord. We had a lot of great discussions.

    We both prayed about this relationship. We broke it off once, but because we had already planned a date, we decided to keep that one. That was the one that made it clear that we were not meant to walk away from one another. (He later told me God told him I was the one he was praying for and that he told God, that could not possibly be the one! We were that different.) We started actually dating the end of September, got engaged the end of December and got married the next June. My parents were not happy. I believe my mom was hoping one of the other guys I was dating would be the one. That would have been a big mistake, although, he is a very nice man.

    That was over forty years ago.

    My husband later told me God told him I was the one he was praying for and that he told God, that could not possibly be the one! We were that different. I prayed before that last date, that if God wanted me to keep dating him I would know it, without a doubt. I did.

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  31. Now I have time for “The Rest of the Story”.

    One the second day of Spanish I noticed her wearing an orange t-shirt with the name of a church softball team on the back. A week or two later I saw her talking to a mutual friend. I asked the friend if the girl were a Christian. She said, I think so. A week later I met her in the student union at a table for the CROP Walk. I jokingly grabbed a form and said, “Sponsor me!” She grabbed one and said, “Only if you sponsor me!” We walked in the walk together, 20 miles! She was struggling in Spanish class, so I told her to bring her book and I would tutor her. I think we might have done some Spanish for 10 minutes on that walk. The rest of the time we talked about anything and everything. I was infatuated. I invited her to our church (a home church). She agreed, so the next morning I picked her up and drove her to church. It was a month later that we were engaged, but waited a year and a half until I finished my studies in a two year program.

    And as Chas said, lots of untold stories.

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  32. Great stories you guys! Love the ones where there’s that unexpected & instant connection in the least expected of circumstances. The surprise of what seem to be innocuous encounters. And I think maybe I should take up bowling. Or ditching my AAA card and getting stranded with a flat tire now and again. 😉

    Chas, I’ve always loved your story. Poor Ernest. Never had a chance.

    Eww, skunk. So sorry for Mr. Nancyjill! Good luck. Yeah, the shoes might be history. I think I’ve had to toss leather dog collars when they got too badly hit, you just can get that smell out of some materials. Or maybe it eventually fades, but who wants to smell it until that happens?

    On to Thursday; at least our L.A. fugitive story has ended, for the most part. Several of our reporters (most from the San Bernardino sister papers but a couple from ours and another more urban-side newsroom) were interviewed by Greta this week, which was fun to watch. At least one of those guys has been up in Big Bear non-stop since last week and was fairly close to the action when it finally ended.

    Not a great ending, but as someone said, it could have been a lot worse of an ending.

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  33. Keeping in mind it is supposed to be religious holiday, all the “how I met my valentine” tales are very sweet.

    My brother, always more extroverted than I, decided to make some prank phone calls. “Here’s a really strange last name,” he chortled. Let’s dial it.” A young woman, as shy and introverted as I was, was sitting at home alone with her hair up in curlers, kind of bored. I told some silly jokes, she laughed, one thing led to another, and now it’s been over 47 years.

    In the early stages of our relationship, I asked her if she was a religious believer. She told me, “No.” “That’s good. I’m not either,” I said.

    My wife “proposed” to me. One day, she brushed away my hand and asked, “Where are we going with this?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe, we should get married?” We’ve only been to a marriage counselor for two sets of sessions (two different ones on different sets of occasions). Pretty good for a couple who are 80% incompatible.

    We raised our daughter to be an atheist, but with a very light hand. After she figured out there was no Santa Claus, it was fairly easy going. We would have accepted it if she had told us that she was a Christian, but it never became an issue.

    Happy Valentine’s Day to Wandering Views. Let me know when you figure out how to get out of the corner you’ve painted yourself into.

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  35. I sent out a few Valentine’s cards yesterday (late, I know!) and asked how much extra it would cost to make sure one of the packages (card + a few pictures I’d promised to send her) got to my mom’s 3rd cousin up in Salinas today.

    $36!!!

    Yikes.

    Instead I paid $3.30 extra to give it, hopefully, a little extra boost to get it there by today.

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  37. I met TJ when I was a college student starting my student teaching at the high school where he taught. We had several mutual friends, would go out in groups after work, etc. We’d known each other several months before dating (after I graduated!), so it didn’t take us long (three months) to get engaged. We married on his week-long break from Greek class in seminary.

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  38. Loving the stories. I remember one Valentine’s day on good old Whirled Views where we heard proposal stories; those were good, too! 🙂

    I love the thought of how your life can completely change by one chance encounter. There used to be a Timex commercial along the lines that I’ve not been able to dig up–a guy walking down a crowded NYC street and the overvoice describes the future that awaits him when he meets the perfect woman.

    He glances at his watch and then stops to wind it.

    The perfect woman walked by.

    The voice is not so encouraging after that . . .

    Anyway, I’ve got some on my blog as well as stories from Klasko and Cheryl about “unusual meetings,” http://wp.me/p1ektw-QY

    In my case, I was 15 and hopeful Hans Christian Anderson was right about the ugly duckling. My neighbor convinced me I needed to “meet some guys since we’re going into high school” so I went to her church to play volleyball.

    I saw a lanky guy hanging on the fence putting up the net. He wore plaid shorts, a purple shirt and green socks–or so combination like that. I thought, “he’s either weird or really smart.”

    When I blocked his spike, he took a look at me and claims he fell in love instantly.
    So, he asked to drive me home.

    No one had ever asked that before, so I said sure.

    I lived around the corner. He took the LONG way home–and we brought my neighbor with us, too!

    My mother had convinced me, somehow, that it was against the law to get married until you graduated from college. So, I graduated from UCLA a year early to marry him and start out on the great Navy adventure. We dated six years, we’ve been married 35–and he’s really smart.

    🙂

    I think.

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  39. When my valentine moved to Pasadena in 1990 she lived for a few weeks in the same dorm building I lived in, but we never met during that time. After she had found a roommate and an apartment, her sampling of area churches brought her to my church one Sunday morning. I was generally pretty shy about reaching out to people I didn’t know, but something was different about her, so after the service I introduced myself and we chit-chatted a bit.

    She continued going to my church, worked with the youth group, joined the choir and two Bible study groups (including the one I was in), and sometimes played piano for our tiny Sunday evening service. She fascinated me and I liked her a lot, but felt that she was way out of my league, so I mostly admired her from a distance, wondering if I’d ever get up the gumption to ask her out.

    Until one day in December she called to invite me to dinner at her place after church on Sunday. I was so mortified at being the askee instead of the asker, that I agreed on the condition that I would make the main course, which was spaghetti with my mother’s wonderful sauce recipe. We spent the rest of the day together, gabbing at her place, going to the evening service, helping open up a cold weather shelter for the night, and hanging out with my roommate and some of the youth group kids at our place until midnight. (Actually there were two hours after the evening service when she went caroling with a group and I went elsewhere and wouldn’t tell her where, but that’s another story…)

    Over the next month we went from seeing each other a couple times a week to almost every day.

    We met in October, started dating in December, had the “where is this going?” conversation in February, were engaged in April, and got married August 17, 1991. So we’re at 22 1/2 years with a college student and a high schooler.

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  40. Chas, after your question the other day about Stephen Foster, I asked my 20-year-old daughter if she knew any Stephen Foster songs. She did not know what songs were his. But when I gave her a few titles she knew almost all of them — Camptown Races, Old Folks at Home, Jeannie… It turns out she learned them from her piano lesson books.

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  43. Someone here used the term “Mr. Right.”

    Reminded me of a college classmate who started going out with a guy who’s last name actually was “Right.”

    Alas, he came out as being gay a few months later — and this was the 2nd of her boyfriends to do so.

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  45. I’ve always enjoyed the story of how my uncle met my aunt. My uncle has a very common name. It seems my aunt went with some friends to a USO dance. She was dancing with my uncle when she asked him his name. Upon hearing it, she told him he could be more original than that! She was surprised to find out it really was his name. She now has had a very common last name for over fifty years.

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  46. I see NBC is already advertising their coverage of the 2014 Winter Olympics. I guess they realize their prime time line up of raunchy sitcoms and dramas, along with meaningless “reality” shows, isn’t worth promoting.

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  47. I had my valentine story all typed out, but I can’t get this site on my laptop. The best I can do from the phone is to say, we met at work. There is more to it.

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  48. Oh, if anyone was wondering, don’t plan on Red Lobster on Valentine’s Day, even if it’s lunchtime and not dinner.

    But we had “dessert first” at Dunkin’ Donuts and then, when Red Lobster’s parking lot was still full an hour later, we went to a different restaurant instead, and had a nice lunch. But we were dressed up, which works for the semi-romantic atmosphere of Red Lobster and doesn’t work as well for the throw-your-peanut-shells-on-the-floor mood at Logan’s Roadhouse. But the steak was just as good.

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  49. In July 2011 I went to stay with missionaries in France and work on a project with them. There was a church family camp, held by the French and Swiss Romand churches that was just at the end of my stay, so I went to the camp. There was a young Swiss man there. For him, it was ‘love at first sight’, or at least interest! I don’t remember meeting him, because everyone was new to me! In the afternoons the young people all played sports together, so I joined in and we got to see each other a litte more. One of my new friends suggested that we should get to know each other, which I laughed off. Hello? I didn’t know him at all, and I’m American! I answered her that our names are too similar (mine is the feminine version of his.)

    One afternoon a group was organized to go on a hill walk (the camp was in Alsace.) We were both part of that group. By this point I was a little interested and we were both perfectly delighted when I was put in his car for the drive to the starting point (along with 3 others.) It started pouring rain and I had no rain jacket or umbrella. He offered me his, and one of the ladies in the car suggested we share it! (matchmaker!) He thought that was a bit too fast and replied, ‘Sure, 5 minutes each!’ On the walk I was determined that I would not make the first step to talk to him. He, on the other hand, was hoping for a chance to talk to me! He finally found it when we were walking down a hill, when he asked me if there were hills like this in Indiana (where I lived.) We talked for the rest of the walk (about 20 minutes.)

    For the rest of the camp we didn’t say much to each other, but there was interest from both sides. Then I left back to the States and he went back to CH…but says he couldn’t get me out of his thoughts! He started praying and asking advice of the missionary family with whom I stayed. When he got the go ahead, he quickly wrote a letter stating his feelings and asking me for an answer. I got the letter in September, and wrote an answer that very night! We corresponded and skyped for 2 months. He visited in November, then I went to visit him in Switzerland in December 2011, when he proposed. We were married in July 2012, 350 days after we met, and baby makes 3 in May 2013!

    It’s a match made in heaven, for we couldn’t have planned this ourselves! Even more special, our pastors have known each other for 25 years! What are the odds?

    When we met, I didn’t know that he is 8.5 years older than me (not a problem!), nor that he is actually Swiss German and not a native French speaker! I speak French and English, but no German. He speaks Swiss German dialect, High German, French and English fluently.

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  51. Okay, here’s the rest of the story, a little late. Hubby and I worked together for many years, but when they put us in the same department we didn’t get along. As a matter of fact we fought so much people started telling us we should just go ahead and get married. Then he took a job somewhere else but we still saw each other at a homeless shelter where the two of us and some other co-workers did volunteer work. During that time I sent him a birthday card that I signed “from you future ex-wife”. The next night at the homeless shelter he told me the card had made him decide to ask me out but he had to take care of something first. (He later told me that he had to break up with the girl he was dating at the time and who had forgotten his birthday) We decided not to tell our co-workers until we knew it would work out. One of our first dates was to an Auburn game. During the game I went to the concession stand and ran right into Bob, one of those co-worker who knew I was a Bama fan. “What are YOU doing HERE?” he asked. I panicked, told him I lost a bet and fled the scene. After the game, on the way home, knowing Bob would blab, we made up the story of my new boyfriend, “Brent”, a handsome, well-to-do Auburn graduate of Swedish decent. Everyone was both anxious to meet Brent and at the same time disappointed that it had never worked out with future Hubby and I. When we finally decided it was time for everyone to met Brent. I told them he would be joining me in the Network kitchen for lunch. Many gathered to get a look at the wonderful Brest. When Hubby showed up and sat down to eat with me most assumed he was also there to gawk at Brent. One co-worker even took him aside and told him this was not a good day for him to there. It took them awhile to figure it out. We were married several months later and didn’t have another fight until shortly have our wonderful little bundle of joy learned to talk.

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