Do you remember your first date with your spouse?
You probably remember your first date but maybe not the actual date on the calendar or maybe you do. I do.
Thanksgiving was spent with Kevin’s folks this year and so I called mine to wish them a Happy Thanksgiving and mom told me it was their 57th anniversary of their first date.
I have heard the story before and always thought, who goes out on a date for Thanksgiving. But THE family dinner was over and kids want to hang out with friends and you just do. I get it now.
Mom was hanging out with her girlfriends at the closed malt shop in Longview Texas in 1957 and the senior boys were there too, because they were all friends. She was sitting on the hood of a car when my dad came over and asked her out. She didn’t know him but had seen him in their wide circle of friends so she said yes.
My dad’s story started a few days earlier. His best friend, Louie had a date with the hot majorette, but he didn’t have a car and begged my dad to get a date so they could double date and use Dad’s car. He wouldn’t leave my dad alone about it so my dad said okay I’ll ask out the first girl I see.
And he saw my mom sitting on a car at the closed malt shop.
Later that day, the hot majorette had a family emergency and had to cancel her date with Louie, but dad kept his date with my mom.
I sit here and wonder at the significance of this chance happening. The decisions left to our own devices. But that’s just it. Are they really that flippant? I don’t think so.
I think it’s a God thing.
“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
Because of this chance decision, my mom is a christian.
Because of this chance decision and the hundreds after, I have a first date with Kevin.
And here today, love is circled around my table sharing the beginning of it all.
On the back of this photo, that mom kept in her wallet it says:
Dian, I love you and I will always will for the rest of my life and I can never forget you. My every thought is about you and only for you. Love forevery and always. Mike Oliver
I love the mistakes and the love and including the full name, but especially “the rest of my life”, which he is still holding true after 57 years.
PS: Mom said the moral of the story is to be careful who you date at 15. (which happens to be the age I was on my first date with Kevin)
Finding Blessings Everyday.