Since I'm home with my children today and the weather canceled my lunch plans with Joanne, Holly, and Kate, I found some time to answer another queston.
This one is from Kelly...
Let's hear about how you and John met and your wedding and a little bit about having your children?
I love telling this story because it really is like a fairy tale. I was a freshman and John was a senior at Ouachita Baptist University. Sometime during my first week of classes, John saw me on campus one day, thought I was adorable and had to find out who I was. He got his hands on a copy of the freshman photo directory, looked me up, and called and asked me out. He called me on the hall phone in my dorm and all the girls on my floor were going crazy telling me “he’s soooooo cute” but I didn’t have a clue as to who he was and I told him that I couldn’t go out with him because I didn’t even know him. He asked me to meet him for Noonday (student led worship service) the next day and then have lunch with him in the cafeteria. I agreed, but then asked, “How will I know how to find you since I don’t know who you are?” He said (warning, this is cheesy), “I’ll be the one smiling.” So…we met the next day, and the rest is history. We dated my entire freshman year, and he proposed that summer.
We were engaged until the next summer and were married in my hometown. Our wedding was very traditional and very southern. After a honeymoon trip to Boston (never have been and never will be a beach girl) we moved to Fort Worth for John to attend seminary. He completed his MDiv degree and I finished my undergraduate work during the five years we lived in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. We moved back to Arkansas in 1995 and John pastored churches in south Arkansas until we moved here in 2003.
As for children...after we had school/seminary behind us, we tried for what seemed like forever to have a baby, but things just weren't happening. I remember sitting in my doctors office near tears when he told me that he wanted me to try a few more things before we started fertility testing. That was February 12, 1996. I have this really uncanny ability to remember dates, and it probably helps that I'm anal and write *everything*, and I do mean everything on my calendar. Thankfully, we didn't have to endure fertility tests, and exactly one year later, on February 12, 1997, we were bringing our 2-day-old son home from the hospital. Isn't God good? The day Will turned 9 months old, we found out we were expecting another baby, our sweet little Sarah!
Having two babies 17 months apart was hard work, and I decided two children was enough. I gave away all my baby stuff and was very content with that decision until my "baby girl" approached the age of three. God really began to change my heart about having another baby and John and I talked and decided to go for it. Somewhere in all of that I got cold feet and decided I really liked my sleep too much to give it up. Little did I know I was already pregnant! I am so thankful everyday that we had Abbey. She is the icing on the cake and makes life feel complete for all of us! I'm pretty sure our quiver is full now!