When my sister-in-love saw my website she was eager to tease her big brother that, though I mentioned my kids in my bio, I didn't mention him.
Let me correct that.
Here's the scoop on my soul mate and hubby:
Years ago, I saw this gorgeous man walk down the aisle at church dressed as Jesus in the passion play. He was in full Jesus costume, bare chest, loin cloth and carrying a cross. He was beautiful. I told my aunt I was going to marry that man, and I did.
Of course I had to meet him first. My friend knew him and said "His name is Stan, but he's old". He's the same age as my uncle (actually a few months older), but I didn't care.
He was a helper in the children's ministry and I watched him making children smile.
We both joined clown ministry and began to build a friendship.
At the time, he was going through a program called Master's commission. The program forbid dating. There I was with a gorgeous man who liked children, made me smile and seemed to be interested in me and I couldn't do a thing but wait.
So I waited . . . 10 whole months.
Near the end of the program we both knew we would eventually be dating. We secretly planned our first date for the day of his graduation.
I showed up looking great. This was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.
The graduation ceremony ended and he was officially free. We were ready to head out on our date when the Pastor approached and told us that Stan was still not done with the program since he had one more test to take. Night over.
I went home miserable, got in my sweats and raided the freezer for ice cream. Then he knocked on the door. The Pastor had caught wind of our plan and was teasing us. He was free. We hit the local Bennigan's where we shared a death by chocolate and our life stories.
After dating a while he finally proposed with a poem that ended "Will you drink coke with me till death do us part?"
We've been married since October, 2000. He puts up with my compulsive dreaming and supports me as I follow the good ones. I love him like crazy and yes, I'd still drink coke with him till death do us part.
Let me correct that.
Here's the scoop on my soul mate and hubby:
Years ago, I saw this gorgeous man walk down the aisle at church dressed as Jesus in the passion play. He was in full Jesus costume, bare chest, loin cloth and carrying a cross. He was beautiful. I told my aunt I was going to marry that man, and I did.
Of course I had to meet him first. My friend knew him and said "His name is Stan, but he's old". He's the same age as my uncle (actually a few months older), but I didn't care.
He was a helper in the children's ministry and I watched him making children smile.
We both joined clown ministry and began to build a friendship.
At the time, he was going through a program called Master's commission. The program forbid dating. There I was with a gorgeous man who liked children, made me smile and seemed to be interested in me and I couldn't do a thing but wait.
So I waited . . . 10 whole months.
Near the end of the program we both knew we would eventually be dating. We secretly planned our first date for the day of his graduation.
I showed up looking great. This was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.
The graduation ceremony ended and he was officially free. We were ready to head out on our date when the Pastor approached and told us that Stan was still not done with the program since he had one more test to take. Night over.
I went home miserable, got in my sweats and raided the freezer for ice cream. Then he knocked on the door. The Pastor had caught wind of our plan and was teasing us. He was free. We hit the local Bennigan's where we shared a death by chocolate and our life stories.
After dating a while he finally proposed with a poem that ended "Will you drink coke with me till death do us part?"
We've been married since October, 2000. He puts up with my compulsive dreaming and supports me as I follow the good ones. I love him like crazy and yes, I'd still drink coke with him till death do us part.
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