Day 4 of a month of Thanksgiving

Today I want to talk about a person I am so thankful for; my wonderful husband.

The first time I met him, he was engaged to a friend of mine. Being a boy-crazy 17 year old, I paid little attention to the boy, except to note that he was a good looking sailor.  Luckily for me, not for her, that relationship didn't work out.  The funny part was that she ended up with the guy I was 'soooooo in love with' at the time.  Personally, I think I got the better end of the deal.  It was about two years later that he and I were 'officially' introduced.  I wasn't particularly active in church at that time, but the leader of the Young Adult Sunday School class insisted that I come to her house for Sunday School visitation one Monday night.  Since she was also my employer, I figured it would be best if I went.   We visited several young men and invited them back to her house  to play cards and hang out.  There was this one guy I thought was so cute!  I really liked him.   The next day at work she kept talking about one of the guys.  Telling me what a great person he was, how he had a really good job, and so on.  It wasn't the guy I had my eye one, but I figured he might just deserve a second look.    There were about ten of us who started hanging out at her house.  It was somewhere to go and she loved having us around.  She was is a wonderful person and had a heart for us.  We were single and in the 18-24 age range.  There wasn't much for us to do, and dragging main just didn't much appeal to us any more.  Anyway, we all hung out at Marva's and played cards and had a good time.  Sometimes we'd all load into someone's car and go to the Ly'n Bragg Truckstop Cafe for coffee and to listen to the juke box.

The first thing I fell in love with was his car.  It was a beautiful 1968 Impala. It was British Racing Green, which is a dark green.  I did love that car.  The sad part was, when we got married he couldn't afford the car payment, so he 'sold' the car to his brother who was supposed to make the payments but didn't. and the car got repossessed.    It was sad.  Anyway, after about a month and a half of hanging out and drinking coffee, we decided to get married.  He proposed on Halloween 1971.  

That group of kids who hung out at Marva's all paired up and got married.  Out of the 5 or 6 couples, only two couples are still married.  And that really cute guy?  He was best man at our wedding.  He married the sister of our church pianist who just happened to be in town visiting her sister for the summer.  They are the other couple who are still married.  We saw them two years ago at the guy's class reunion. He's still cute but I am glad I took a second look at my hubby.

Yes, I am thankful for the man who has stood by me and put up with me for these past 40 years.  I know that I am not the easiest person to live with and he deserves sainthood.    Thank you, honey. I love you more than words can say.

God bless