Saturday / April 16 / 2011
White picket fences: they never look how you imagined… they’re better
Growing up, I imagined my would-be husband, my knight in shining armor. I dreamed about our perfect little house, our two-and-a-half kids, family dog and white picket fence surrounding it all. I called it my “white picket fence”. And I dreamed large.
What I didn’t know was that one day I would realize my white picket fence, but it wouldn’t look nearly as I had imagined. …it would be even better!
Enter Skip. The Story of Us is one I cherish – and love sharing. Our lives, on seemingly separate paths, serendipitously intersected on Sunday, May 17, 1992. Let me back up… I had just graduated from SUNY Plattsburgh and was living at Mom & Dad’s in Hadley. Skip, through a series of events, had determined he was no good at dating and so in essence, had given up on it. His friends teased him saying, “what do you expect… that God’s just gonna drop a woman in your lap!?” He supposed he did, deducing that God could certainly pick better than he could on his own.
For a variety of opportune reasons that particular Sunday, Skip and I both ended up attending a water baptism at Calvary Assembly of God Church in downtown Glens Falls. He arrived early, I arrived late. Embarrassed by my tardiness, I attempted to sneak into a pew unnoticed. Skip was standing, singing. I did my best to skootch past him but inadvertently knocked him into the pew… falling into his lap! True story.
Love God’ sense of humor. Love His purpose for and interest in our lives. Love that He thinks tie-die instead of white.
Married to Skip for nearly 18 years, I am in love with being in love with my husband. And I mean authentic, head-over-heels, giddy kind of love. Don’t misunderstand, it’s not all lollipops and giggles. What it is, is a lifetime of committing to falling in love over and over again. The quintessential falling into his lap again and again, if you will, continuing to grow that once seedling love into a mature oak.
It’s hard to shave it all down into a single blog post as really, it’s a whole book. In fact, more and more I feel a book in me, trying to get out, and I’d love to hear what you think about that. Chapter Two would include the question Skip posed to me on our second date… (you’ll have to read the book!)
In the meantime… dream large. And let your white picket fence get splashed with a little tie-die.