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OUR
STORY (what has gone before) |
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...So there I was, a college senior, attending Brian McKeon's going away party... It had been a long day
and it
was fun to just hang out with friends. I remember that we had our first eggnog of the
season and we played a rowdy game of UNO. We had to sit on the floor and the young
man sitting next to me was Damon Crumley (enter South Pacific music)... |
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Some
enchanted evening... |
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...At the beginning of the next semester my friend Betsy
Mathews, Resident Director of the student apartments, asked if Esther (my roommate) and I
would like to go with her down the mountain to fix dinner for Damon and his two roommates,
Todd Crusey and Trippy Farmer... Apparently those three ate dinner together every Wednesday
and they usually invited girls down to try their hand at cooking their favorite recipes... Betsy
made it sound like she was really wanting to use the time to get to know Esther and me
better (I would later discover it was only a
ruse to get me to meet Damon again). So we both said yes and we went down the
mountain... Todd had not gotten around to
washing the dishes before we got there, so Damon was stuck at the sink washing the
dishes while I prepared a wonderful chicken recipe...A week later it snowed so much that school was canceled for the day...
the phone rang and who should it be, but Damon
Crumley. He was very courteous and asked if I would like to go out with him
sometime... After some dialogue we decided on Saturday afternoon and our first date was
set... |
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What
light through yonder window breaks... |
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...I did not know exactly what to expect with going on a date with Damon. I was not
prepared for the creative genius that lives in this young man. I think that it is here
that I should also mention that Damon is six years older than I am. I was just giddy with
nervousness that an older guy who was not attending Covenant asked me out. We went out to
T.G.I. Friday's for lunch... I
had a delightful French Dip with au jus... After
our lunch we went to a place called "Fire It Up!" A little pottery shop that
lets you paint the pottery and then they glaze and fire it for you... Damon had given it a lot of thought and he
painted a stunning
picture of his house on a small desert plate... |
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With
this ring, I the wed... |
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...So, after a whirlwind love affair (if you count 3
to 4 months as a whirlwind), we began to discuss marriage. And it
wasn't just in the theoretical, "is the glass half-empty?" sense
either... I soon knew that many of the assumptions I had made about my
future had changed. I decided that if he would ask me, I would like to
be Mrs. Damon Crumley... |
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And
thee beside me in the wilderness... |
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...The next chapter in our story has yet to be
written. We stand at the end of our single lives preparing to enter
into a new life together... What God has in store for us we can only
guess, but we both look forward with delightful optimism about our
future... |
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