Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Today my husband and I celebrated our 47th wedding anniversary. Maybe that's one reason fall is my favorite time of the year. Last year we celebrated in New England. Rex doesn't like seafood, but he took me to Babin's because he knows how I love shrimp. Afterwards he even went shopping with me, an activity he dislikes immensely. Now that's what I call love. Funny thing is we only knew each other seven months before our wedding and had a total of five dates before our engagement. He was in Houston on leave from the army for five days when he asked me to marry him in 1959. Wonder if that would work in a novel? He left that Friday and I didn't see him again until the week before the wedding when we he was discharged and we went to Arkansas for me to meet his parents. No honeymoon because he'd just returned to his job and had no time off. Not a courtship I'd recommend, but both of us sought God's will for our lives and He put us together. Our three sons and daughters-in-law have blessed us with nine grandchildren, the oldest of whom will be married next June to her high school sweetheart when they both graduate from Texas A&M.