Last night I sent Sandy and a friend to the Fabulous Fox in downtown Atlanta to see “Celtic Woman” and when she got home she was fairly brimming with glee, thanking me for getting her those primo tickets way back at Christmas. That’s me in your mental photo, wearing the goofiest grin on my face for getting it right for once. For five minutes I was the world’s best husband.
Then there’s the blunder I made a couple of weeks ago when, on a special anniversary, I thought it would be nice to mail Sandy a card. It was one of those shot-in-the-dark kind of things to find a card with one of the songs I romanced her with in 1983: Lionel Richie’s Truly. I mailed it and it came on the very day of our anniversary of my popping the question. Everything was just right! Only problem was, it came with postage due…
That’s me in your mental photo with egg on my face.
Anyway, enjoy a clip from a Celtic Woman singing one of history’s loveliest melodies…
Bravo, Pastor Scott, you did GOOD! By the way, exactly how many anniversaries do you and Sandy have anyway???
Seems like one for every day of the week…you know, I married a romantic…oh! Gotta run…what do you buy for an anniversary of the first time you heard from a friend who heard from a friend who heard from a friend that she was wondering what my name was?
I know you were kidding, but I know better, you don’t have a heard what your name is anniversay. I know what she thought of you at first….
(Shhhhh, KaKa…that’s s’posed to be a secret.) You know as well as I that Sandy loved me when she first saw me, thought I was the most humble, gracious, kind, and interesting man on campus.
You believe that…don’t you?