As part of the blog challenge today, I am supposed to discuss something said to me that I’ll never forget. It was something said to someone else however that sticks out in my mind. Hubby and I started dating while we were in high school. We lived within walking distance of each other. Young love is great especially for the two involved. But naturally my parents were concerned. Especially my daddy.
I was punished for most of my senior year in high school. It was usually linked to not keeping my grades up. Or sneaking on the phone to call Hubby (my boyfriend at the time) when my phone privileges had been suspended. However one day I made the mistake of skipping school to hang out with him. Not cool. My parents didn’t want me seeing Hubby at all after that. We went to the same school so that made it impossible. A few months later I worked up the courage to ask Daddy if I could go to prom with Hubby. He was not happy. He asked me, “Why is he so important to you? Do you think you’re going to marry this boy or something?” We still laugh about that one. But no one was laughing then. Daddy did grant my wish for the prom however.
Thirteen years later at our wedding rehearsal dinner, Daddy thoroughly enjoyed recounting the skipping school story to a room of about 75 people. He boasted that it was the day he KNEW that Hubby was going to marry me. I wanted to crawl under the table. Then he and Momma presented Hubby with a certificate stating he could call them “Mom” and “Dad”. Daddy and Hubby have developed a pretty good relationship during the last two decades. I have had many conversations with my father about Hubby being committed to his role as a husband and a father. And how he works hard to provide for us. I knew my father had a lot of respect for him. But I was moved to tears a few years ago when my Daddy looked Hubby in the eye, shook his hand, and said “I’m proud of you. I really am.”