Thoughts from me - a preacher's wife, farmer's daughter, mom, and nurse. Posts are mainly intended to help me journal the events of my life - topics will include kids, church, work, marriage, life in general,
and of course my dogs . . . and whatever else I feel compelled to write about.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Mates and Future Mates

Brian and I got engaged Christmas Eve, 1985. I was 16 and a junior in high school - Brian was 20 and out of school and working full-time.

We announced our engagement in the paper in the spring of 1987 - my senior year. This is the engagement picture we put in the paper.

I remember most everything about that day we got our engagement pictures done. In some respects it seems like yesterday - in some respects it feels every bit of 20 years ago!

Wow, we were young - very young! This is precisely why me trying to give dating advice to my kids sometimes feels like the pot calling the kettle black - lol.

Actually, I think our 5 years of dating gives me pretty good credentials to make statements and have opinions about dating. I understand young love - that it really can happen. I also understand the hazards and pitfalls that can be a result of it.

Most of our dating was to youth group events, school events, and family events - like supper! Brian essentially dated my family - he ate a lot of meals at our table.

Likewise, Brian and I spent a lot of time with his family. His whole family was at every basketball game or football game we went to and most youth group events we attended.

The fact that we attended the same church was an important factor in our dating as well. When we got married and established our home, we knew we were on the same page with our spiritual beliefs.

Brian and I pray daily for the future mates of our children. As the kids get older that prayer gets more serious.

I remember us talking to the kids one day in the car about the fact that we pray for their future mates. I was telling each of them that I knew God had someone special picked out for each them, and that God was even now preparing someone for them just as He was preparing each of them for that person.

Joel was about 6-7 years old at the time, and I was describing to him the fact that his future wife might be just a little blonde headed 3-4 year old right then - it was then that he piped up and said, "I was hoping for a blonde!"


Brian said...

WOW!!! What a fox!

Me said...

That is such an 80's comment! But thanks anyway!