God is in the Details
On Valentine's Day this year, Adam was in Nashville on business but he left me the nicest voice mail. Here it is, verbatim:
"Seventeen years ago today, after driving all night, tired and unshowered, unshaven, and in your parents' laundry room, I proposed. Short on sleep, short on time, and it all began. . . "
Except he didn't. He proposed on the 15th.
There's just something about this moment that I love. Not because I've caught him in some Earth-shattering mistake, not because I've got something to hold over his head for years, nothing like that. I have heard it said before that "God is in the details," and apparently, he remembered them all from that moment in 1991. And from Tennessee, in the middle of his crazy week, he chose to take a moment to remember, and to call and share those memories with me.
I received some pity this year for being without my husband on this very romantic day. But at a time when I might have felt a little bit alone, this message, forgotten date and all, left me feeling very much remembered.
"Seventeen years ago today, after driving all night, tired and unshowered, unshaven, and in your parents' laundry room, I proposed. Short on sleep, short on time, and it all began. . . "
Except he didn't. He proposed on the 15th.
There's just something about this moment that I love. Not because I've caught him in some Earth-shattering mistake, not because I've got something to hold over his head for years, nothing like that. I have heard it said before that "God is in the details," and apparently, he remembered them all from that moment in 1991. And from Tennessee, in the middle of his crazy week, he chose to take a moment to remember, and to call and share those memories with me.
I received some pity this year for being without my husband on this very romantic day. But at a time when I might have felt a little bit alone, this message, forgotten date and all, left me feeling very much remembered.
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