We were engaged and happy. It was weird that we had only been dating for a few months and had only known each other a little longer than that. Some told us we were crazy and others thought it would not work out. They were wrong.
The ride home from Florida was great. Kaycee had flown down to Pensacola to ride back up with me. Since her family lived so close to mine, I could drop her off at her house and then go on home. Normally when we get in the car it doesn’t take long for Kaycee to be asleep. This ride was different. We left on a Sunday night after worship and a potluck. I don’t remember the exact time but it was about 9 or 9:30pm when we finally got on the road from pensacola to Tennessee. I had a very large cup of tea.
We rode all night long, talking and planning our future. Of course, we planned everything to be perfect, never imagining any difficulties would come our way. Our vision of our relationship was perfect. After about five or so hours, and about an hour from Lewisburg, Kaycee finally fell asleep and we made it back to Lewisburg. It is still one of our favorite road trips we have been on. I took a nap at her house and later on finished the other twenty miles to Columbia.
A week or so later we were back at Freed-Hardeman University. Life at FHU was great and we often wish we were still in college. We were able to spend a lot of time together and it didn’t take long until our entire wedding was planned. Right after the first of the year in 2008 I was hired to work with the young people at the Dyer Church of Christ in Dyer, Tennessee. No, it is not Dyersburg. We drove an hour each way to be with them on Sundays and Wednesdays. Gas prices were so high that what I got paid pretty much covered the cost of gas and not much more. We spent Sunday afternoons with one of the members there and would make the hour long drive back to campus on Sunday night.
We finally settled on an official date for our wedding. Once it started getting closer we decided it was time for pre-marital counseling. There are many benefits to this, one of which is the very much discounted marriage license. After all, we were two broke college kids paying for gas.
We did our counseling with Stan Mitchell (A great benefit of using him was the chocolate he gives when you leave his office) who happens to be one of my favorite people and on the Bible staff at FHU. Our counseling went great and Kaycee and I answered every question perfectly. We were going to be the perfect married couple! Then, the question came. Uncle Stan (If you know him, you get that) asked us how we handled arguments. What?! Arguments? We have not had one of those! We had been together for a year and had not had a single major argument. We though that was a good thing…
This ended up being somewhat concerning. How can you spend the rest of your life with someone when you don’t know how they will be when they get angry? That week, it happened.I don’t remember what it was about but I remember getting out of her truck at the dorm in the rain and walking in. I didn’t like being angry with her. It didn’t feel right at all. Over the next few days we talked it out and when we had our next appointment with uncle Stan, we told him the good news. We argued and were still together! We were going to be alright.
To be continued.
The ride home from Florida was great. Kaycee had flown down to Pensacola to ride back up with me. Since her family lived so close to mine, I could drop her off at her house and then go on home. Normally when we get in the car it doesn’t take long for Kaycee to be asleep. This ride was different. We left on a Sunday night after worship and a potluck. I don’t remember the exact time but it was about 9 or 9:30pm when we finally got on the road from pensacola to Tennessee. I had a very large cup of tea.
We rode all night long, talking and planning our future. Of course, we planned everything to be perfect, never imagining any difficulties would come our way. Our vision of our relationship was perfect. After about five or so hours, and about an hour from Lewisburg, Kaycee finally fell asleep and we made it back to Lewisburg. It is still one of our favorite road trips we have been on. I took a nap at her house and later on finished the other twenty miles to Columbia.
A week or so later we were back at Freed-Hardeman University. Life at FHU was great and we often wish we were still in college. We were able to spend a lot of time together and it didn’t take long until our entire wedding was planned. Right after the first of the year in 2008 I was hired to work with the young people at the Dyer Church of Christ in Dyer, Tennessee. No, it is not Dyersburg. We drove an hour each way to be with them on Sundays and Wednesdays. Gas prices were so high that what I got paid pretty much covered the cost of gas and not much more. We spent Sunday afternoons with one of the members there and would make the hour long drive back to campus on Sunday night.
We finally settled on an official date for our wedding. Once it started getting closer we decided it was time for pre-marital counseling. There are many benefits to this, one of which is the very much discounted marriage license. After all, we were two broke college kids paying for gas.
We did our counseling with Stan Mitchell (A great benefit of using him was the chocolate he gives when you leave his office) who happens to be one of my favorite people and on the Bible staff at FHU. Our counseling went great and Kaycee and I answered every question perfectly. We were going to be the perfect married couple! Then, the question came. Uncle Stan (If you know him, you get that) asked us how we handled arguments. What?! Arguments? We have not had one of those! We had been together for a year and had not had a single major argument. We though that was a good thing…
This ended up being somewhat concerning. How can you spend the rest of your life with someone when you don’t know how they will be when they get angry? That week, it happened.I don’t remember what it was about but I remember getting out of her truck at the dorm in the rain and walking in. I didn’t like being angry with her. It didn’t feel right at all. Over the next few days we talked it out and when we had our next appointment with uncle Stan, we told him the good news. We argued and were still together! We were going to be alright.
To be continued.