Memories

This memory flashed back in my mind yesterday . . . and made me smile

Way back when, my dad took some time to get to know Luke on a more personal level before he gave us the go ahead to be in a relationship. During one of those evenings, Luke came over to carpool with my dad out to Newberg, OR. The door bell rang shortly after 5 o'clock. My heart raced a little . . . I knew it was him. I was in the kitchen making dinner. Actually, at the moment I was in an apron and on the floor digging something out of the back of the pantry. Cute.

We both remember the moment distinctly. I remember trying to go about with what I was doing and relieve a bit of the awkward atmosphere. Luke remembers wondering if this girl in the apron would one day be his wife. (Feeling rather confident that God would bring it to pass) Anyhow, the guys left rather quickly and I went back to making dinner.

My mom came home at 6 o'clock. "Did the guys leave later than expected?" she asked. "No, they left just after five." She looked at me with a mixture of scolding and disbelief before she exclaimed, "He's been gone for an hour and you are still 'glowing'"?? I grinned and said nothing.

It was the same smile that I would fight to get off my face before arriving home from work each evening. The smile that always prompted my mom to say, "What did Luke say today?" She knew inevitably when I was thinking about him or one of our conversations. I found myself with the same smile on our wedding day.

And today as I was washing baby blankets, folding cloth diapers, and shopping for our baby I found myself wearing the same smile . . . feeling the same way. There is nothing quite like knowing that you have been chosen by a man who loves your LORD to be his helper, comforter, companion, and friend for the rest of his earthly journey. No occupation on earth could be thus so satisfying.

To the man who makes me smile, day after day: I love you.