A Priceless Gift
It
wasn’t an ordinary day. Actually it was especially special - Diana’s birthday.
We were all seated at in the breakfast nook enjoying the early morning meal
when I looked across the street and saw a small backhoe digging a ditch in my
neighbor’s yard. Talk about perfect timing. We had needed a gas line dug for
months. In a moment I was out the door, arranging the work and negotiating the
price. It turned out to be the perfect birthday gift.
That was last year though, and I needed something just as nice for this year. Then a few days ago without prior planning, we had a friend over to do some fix-it projects. Our basement commode was worn out and needed replacing. As it turned out we went to Lowes to pick up a new one on Diana’s birthday. The American Standard, white, elongated, water saving model was once again just the right gift. As if that wasn’t good enough I also got her a very nice albeit very used compost bin.
That was last year though, and I needed something just as nice for this year. Then a few days ago without prior planning, we had a friend over to do some fix-it projects. Our basement commode was worn out and needed replacing. As it turned out we went to Lowes to pick up a new one on Diana’s birthday. The American Standard, white, elongated, water saving model was once again just the right gift. As if that wasn’t good enough I also got her a very nice albeit very used compost bin.
So
who is this lady who is graced with such special gifts? Diana and I met in Bible College, she the
daughter of a pastor, I the son of a millwright factory worker. The summer before our senior year she worked
in Humbolt Park, a notorious Chicago neighborhood infested with rats, gangs and
drug dealers. She returned to school in
the fall radiant, and I was smitten.
Our
first date was a church picnic with everything about that September fall day
being perfect. We spent every minute
together, feasting on the food, hanging out with friends, playing softball and
talking the afternoon away. Months later
someone asked about our first date. When
I told them it was the picnic, Diana balked.
“That wasn’t our first date,” she insisted. I assured her in my mind and in my intention
it was. “I wondered why you were hanging
around all day” she said, “I thought you were just offering me a ride.” She ended up getting the ride
of her life. I on the other hand got a
priceless gift.
3 Comments:
At Thursday, October 04, 2012 11:01:00 PM, Bannans said…
Awwww.... I love hearing the beginning of people's love stories. And what a blessing y'all are together!
At Friday, October 05, 2012 8:06:00 AM, gina said…
I noticed your compost bin when I drove by the other day and wanted to ask you about it the next time we saw you! I love this post. It's so practical and beautiful. :)
At Friday, October 05, 2012 9:16:00 AM, Jodi said…
Love it! (and Diana's dress from back in the day...check out those lacy puffed sleeves! =)
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