Even though we both lived in Jacksonville, Future Hubby and I met by chance in the Florida Keys in April 1978 on a SCUBA diving trip put together by a then local dive shop. Chance had it that since he was flying solo he would be in need of a dive partner. My luck was working overtime that year because we were paired up on the dive boat. (One must always have at least one dive buddy. Water can be very unforgiving.) Anyway, rocking boats are my nemesis which means I get puckin’ dog sick. As the boat slowed, I was already turning a lovely shade of pea green. Experience had taught me to gear up when the boat was under power, mask and all, and as soon as the Captain killed the motor, over I’d go. The cool water was therapeutic for my condition. There I would await my assigned buddy, relaxed and calm, in the arms of gently, rolling sea.
Future Hubby and I enjoyed diving together and riding in the boat that day. After the fun and frivolity I was no longer a lovely green shade, now I was lobster red. I can’t win! I probably looked like a giant zit with blonde hair. By the time we made landfall we where all perished and fatigued to the bone from the watery adventures. A shower, a quick change of clothes, and the small group assembled at a local watering hole on Islamorada called the Corral Grill. Again, Hubby and I sat next to one another. We drank, ate, talked, shared experiences and laughed for hours. By the end of the evening, I had lost my heart to this totally charming, intelligent fellow. He was so lighthearted, knowledgeable and kind. A little over one year later, we were man and wife and I’ve never looked back. [wedding photos] We where married by a Notary Public at the apartment complex that we would call home for over two years. If you look at the photos, note the late ’70s decor. Cool, huh. [/sarc] Neither of us had family that could attend. It was just a simple, pleasant ceremony with many of our friends in attendance.
Because of our jobs, we had to wait three months to go on a honeymoon. [photos] That November we traveled to Arizona and Utah to see the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park. Since I had never visited the desert Southwest until that trip, this was quite an experience. I’ve never said “Wow” so many times in one week. *lol* Such an amazing place. I was so enamored with the Southwest that upon our trip home, I decorated the apartment with that motif in mind. Those decorations are long gone but thanks to a firm foundation in loving our LORD Jesus Christ first, the love for each other is still there.
Thank you LORD Jesus for not only giving me, an imperfect sinner, eternal life through your Perfect Love, but for blessing me further with a husband that loves You first, and me next. It’s been a wonderful 37 years. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
And thank you for reading my humble missive. I am truly blessed to have so many friends.