Monday, April 6, 2009

A piece of Our Story

<span style="font-family: georgia;">6 years ago today, this story became our story... </span><a href="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321636681852631698" src="" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia;">Joe and I had been seeing each other for 2 years.  We knew we were going to get married, but it was all about TIME, so we waited.  Joe was working</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> to finish up his Masters in May.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">  As we waited, we talked about marriage and spending the rest of our lives together.<br />We lived for our weekend times together. I didn't think much about it when Joe mentioned one Friday night that maybe we could go for a walk by my childhood creek on Sunday, when he got off work.  Sunday came, I wasn't feeling very good.  The weather was damp and dreary.  When he called me around twelve to say he was coming over to pick me up for a walk, I almost said I didn't feel like going.But when he arrived to pick me up, just seeing him made me feel better.  We drove down the road, not even a quarter of a mile, to get out and walk in a woods that I'd played in years ago.<br />I'd always loved those woods, but especially the creek.  It's the first creek I came to love.  I used to wade in it's shallow muddy water.  I caught Crawdads swimming on it's surface and collected beautiful rocks on it's mossy floor.  I loved to hear it's rushing water after a heavy a rain.Once my mom had packed lunch for my brothers, sister and I.  We sat by the creek bank and did our school work.  I had stuttered through my dreaded reading.<br />My mom, my teacher taught us to learn lessons everywhere, not just the obvious or the planned.  She taught us that the world of learning is about curiosity and creativity.  It's about fun.<br />When I was 8, my family moved up the road to another wooded world of discovery and there I grew to love walking in what is more like a huge drainage ditch to a sink hole.  I coveted heavy rain to make that "creek" flow.  I walked it's jagged path and found many broken dishes, jars, and glass bottles.  Over the years, I found more and more treasures.  Glass marbles, small glass bottles and huge Coca-Cola bottles.  Brown glass, blue glass, green glass and milk glass.<br /><br />So, on this day Joe and I set off to walk along the creeks edge.  I told Joe I wanted to walk the long way down to the creek.  I wanted to see if an old path was still worn.  Joe and I talked, I wasn't in any hurry to rush down to the creek.Eventually, we made our way down to the creek bed and walked up it's rocky path avoiding a few patchy puddles.  We came to a deep spring and stood beside a trickle of a water fall.  During our walk, I had been scoping out the creek bed for a piece of glass or maybe a bottle.  As we stood there, I saw this small bit of glass sticking out of the ground.  Excitedly, I said, "Oh, Joe!! I found something, but I bet it's broken.  It's probably just a piece of glass."  I started looking around for a stick to dig around the bottle.  I grabbed a rock and began to scrape the unusually soft dirt from around the glass.  It didn't take me long to realize I had found a perfectly beautiful bottle all in one piece.  As I picked it up I saw a cork in the top, holding a blue ribbon and as I stood up I heard a clink against the glass.I looked at Joe and said, "What!!!?" and at the same time he yanked the bottle from my hand, tossed the cork to the ground, untied the ring from the ribbon and hurriedly got to one knee.  Before he could ask me anything, I said, "DID YOU ASK MY DAD!!??" Joe asked if I would marry him and I said, "DID YOU ASK MY DAD??!!"  Joe said, "Yes, I asked your dad!"  To which I responded, "What did he say??" A bit frustrated, Joe said, "He said, yes!!"  I was in complete disbelief that he met with my dad, I hadn't known about it and that my dad had kept a secret. Finally, after he asked me again, I realized that I hadn't answered his question and I said, yes.  We were married 6 months later.<br /><br />6 years later, and all I can say is, I've no regrets. We're having the time of our lives, so many memories.  My God is an awesome God, He is perfect and His plan is amazing.  I'm so thankful that Joe is God's best. He's my best friend and I love spending every day with him.<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">6 years later...</span><a href="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321643503713446274" src="" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">I love you George!</span><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img src="" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a></span></div>


Sweats, Nikes, and No Make-up said...

That's such a great story!!

The Rutledges said...

I enjoy your writing and have to let you know that as strange as it may sound I call Rusty George, too! Don't know where I got it but I do! Funny!

Miranda said...

Okay, so that really funny!! We need to get our Georges together. :) I call Joseph my little George. Thanks for the comment!

Mom said...

Happy Anniversay!! I love your story too and I am so thankful for what God has done in your life. And you thought you would never get married. How fast life changes!
Thanks for the good memory from the past with our walks in the woods. I have lots of them.
You made and make my life special! Thank you Miranda!!! I love you

Always a blessed Mamma said...

I love the picture of B, J, and J. They are beautiful children!