When I last left you, E had dropped some big news and was waiting on a decision from me.
(To catch up on the rest of our Love Story, click here)
There was a part of me that took the decision really seriously--I mean, we hadn't talked marriage yet, but I knew it was on both of our minds.
Me? A pastor's wife?!
I didn't have a clue what it would involve, so I allowed my mind to wander.
I imagined being broke & living in a parsonage we hated, because we wouldn't be able to pick out our own house. I envisioned us stuck in a rural area far from family and city life, dealing with impossible expectations of people who barely knew us (that I should have to have 8 kids, and play the piano, and be the church secretary and lead the weekly Bible Study. Ugh!)
[ps. most of those were misguided perceptions]
But then I remembered how much E loves studying the Bible. What a joy it was to worship at our church with him, and have discussions about life and faith.
I realized that the same things that fueled his desire to go to seminary were what made me fall in love with him in the first place.
After our engagement, the parents of a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to be a pastor's wife. My (unrehearsed) response then accurately portrayed how I felt about it that weekend, and how I still feel about it.
"I don't know that I want to be a pastor's wife. But I do know I want to be the wife of whoever E is going to be."
So I headed up to E's dorm room on Sunday night, sat down with him on the couch, and told him that whatever adventures were in store for us--I was in.
us in Dec '07 on that same grody dorm couch