We attended a couple’s dinner party on Saturday night, and being the eve of Valentine’s Day the question was asked, “How did you meet your spouse?”
It was meant to be. Our love fell into place and he asked me to marry him eight months later. Of course, being a gentleman, he secretly asked Tary permission to marry his middle daughter. Tary was thrilled!
"Heck ya, take her, she's all yours! Now let's pour a drink and celebrate." And they did.
The photo to the left with our fathers is from the night before our wedding over fifteen years ago. Looking back I realize, maybe God really does put a few bad people in your life, so when Mr. Right rolls along you’d be thankful. I am.