This is the sixth in a series of posts I am calling “My Little Love Story”.  You can read it from the beginning here.

Hesitantly, I leave for summer camp.  I will be away 8 weeks, only having 24 hours off per week.  I live about 45 minutes away from camp, so I’ll drive home on Saturday’s to spend 24 hours with my family, and HIM of course.  It is tough.  I do not have access to a telephone except on my 2 hour breaks each day.  Even then, I have to drive a few miles to pay phone.  Out in the boonies where the camp is there is no cell phone service so even though I have one it does me no good.

Several times during the summer the pay phone is out of order.  I beg the nurse, Nurse Nadine, to allow me to use her phone in her private room at camp.  She does, and I lock myself in the bathroom to talk with him.

Long distance relationships are tough, but by this point I am deeply in love with him.  He writes me letters weekly at camp and I write him back.  We spend as much of the 24 hours that I have off each week together.  Sometime during the middle of the summer, he promises we are going to get married.

It isn’t long until the big day comes,  the day he asks me to marry him that is.  I am home from camp for 24 hours.  My best friend from childhood is coming through my hometown on her way to see her parents and she drops by, we load up in his car to go get a snow cone.  She and I sit in the car as he is out getting them for us in the hot June heat.  She says, “I bet you he will ask you to marry him today. I bet you a dollar.”  We giggle, as I want this to happen, but never imagine that this will be the day.

Later that evening we have dinner with my parents and his at a local restaurant.  Afterwards he wants me to go with him to his parents house to watch a movie.  We get in the car and make our way over.  Suddenly as he’s driving he opens the glove compartment, pulls out a small white box and pops it open.  Inside is a beautiful diamond marquee engagement ring.  He looks over at me and asks, “Baby, Will you marry me?”  I squeal, and say “yes” trying to hug him, but mind you we’re still riding down the highway.  He laughs and grins clearly relieved at my answer.

Later that night we have to tell our parents of course.  As the weeks go by we set a date, one year from the very weekend he asks me, which falls on June 17, 2000, our wedding day.  This year in just a few short weeks we’ll celebrate 8 years.  It is amazing how fast time has flown by.  We have shared so many joys.  The Lord has indeed blessed our union.  I thank God for my husband.

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