That’s MY Guy
Aug. 7, 2009 2 Comments Posted under: Love Dare, life as a pastor's wife, love, marriage
The first time I ever saw my husband in action, he was the youth minister at my sister’s church. She was still in high school and I had come home for a quick visit. I walked up to where the youth group was having their meeting and saw this guy with his head buried in a vat of red Jello. In a few seconds, he threw his head up, slinging Jello everywhere (picture teenage girls running, screaming). In his mouth, he clenched a raw weenie with a dollar pill toothpicked to it.
At that moment, I thought, “That’s my guy.”
Obviously we’re perfect for each other.
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Michele Schilling said:
Aug. 8, 2009
While I’ll admit that my first encounter with my husband was not that spectacular (what a great story you have!!!), it was my man on a Christian college retreat that was lugging around the director’s five year old son on his shoulders – while simulataneously leading us in a “get-to-know-you” game. I was smitten and nearly eighteen years later, when I see him lugging around our own kids with the same youthful abandon, I know I am exceptionally blessed…
Stephanie Newton said:
Aug. 8, 2009
Michele, what a sweet story! I love “meet” stories!
Fortunately, I haven’t seen my husband bob for weenies in Jello since that occasion.:)
Steph