It was a hot day in August of '92. In the sixth grade classroom up the stairs and to the left, a red-cheeked boy sat behind a frizzy-haired girl. They each wore glasses far too large for their face. He sneezed six times and she rolled her eyes.
Little did these two sixth graders know that they would someday become husband and wife.
He was a funny kid, always making jokes. She was a good girl. A goody-goody if you asked him. When told to pass their papers to the student behind them for grading, he would always draw big 100's with smiley faces in the zero's. Good Job! Awesome! A+!
She would turn around and say, "I know you probably don't take your 70's home to your mother, but my mom hangs my 100's on the refrigerator and I would appreciate it if you would not draw all over them!"
He would make a face and she would turn back around, trying to hide a smile. She thought he was funny, and she always enjoyed their friendly little banter.
One morning they loaded up in a van to head to Alabama for a field trip to the space shuttle. He was asked to pray that they would have a safe trip. When he was finished, her dad looked at her and said, "That boy is going to be a preacher someday!"
He was right.
As the only two Pentecostal kids in a small Southern Baptist School, these two sixth graders found something in common. They happened to also attend the same church summer camp, and would surely go on to attend the same Christian university, as most kids in their denomination did.
Because of this, the frizzy-haired girl had the recurring thought that there was a possibility that they could get married someday. At the time however, this was not a pleasant thought to her. After all, he was red-cheeked boy who sneezed six times every morning and drew all over her papers.
Little did she know that he would someday become the man of her dreams.
{To be continued...}
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