On Wednesday, November 5, Dwayne and I will celebrate 14 years of wedded bliss.
If it is possible, I love him more today than I did the day I married him.
We pledged to live our lives together in the same sanctuary in which my parents were married. It was a full-circle moment for me, standing in the same place where my parents had joined their lives together 27 years earlier.
My Daddy told me recently that before he left for Vietnam, he and my mother (who had been going steady), broke up under pressure from my grandparents. At one time, the three oldest Remke boys - Ron, Bruce (my daddy), and Mike - were dating the three Mounts girls - JaElla, Angie (my momma), and Lesta. Apparently, Dad bent to the pressure and broke up with Momma. Momma then became engaged to a guy named "Bill."
Daddy told me recently that he left his station (went AWOL) and hitchhiked back to Oklahoma to ask my mother to marry him. He told me that he knew she was "The One." He told me this story after Momma was gone, and he had big alligator tears in his eyes.
Soon after Daddy's bold trek across the country, he and my Momma were married in the church where they had met in youth group. I never doubted my father's love for my mother, but this story confirmed what I always knew about my parents and their love.
What do I love about Dwayne? We are a good counterbalance to each other. He is my intellectual equal. He makes me think. I see the world from a different perspective through his eyes. And yet, although we rarely agree, he appreciates me for who I am and loves me still. He supports me in whatever I want to do and his only interest is my happiness. He is a wonderful father and an outstanding provider. You won't find a person who adores his children more than Dwayne.
Somehow, he still finds me attractive and interesting after all of these years. We've been through so much together, and I'm sure we'll go through much more. But what a journey!
God, please bless my husband and my marriage.
