Sunday, October 18, 2009
10/18 Fun at Christy's Church
There was Chuck, singing his heart out (loudly and occasionally off-beat) at Christy's 11 o'clock service this morning at the Goodyear Heights Presbyterian Church. You gotta love a pastor who punctuates sermon points with Star Trek and Youtube clips. We just plain had fun. The man preached on S-E-X and outcasts and used illustrations that in most churches would get you ridden out on a rail. (Maybe they just don't have any trains out that way.) He's a Christian curmudgeon, is Christy, but so far, no villagers out on the lawn carrying torches. Chuck is scheduled to fill the pulpit at Christy's church next spring after Easter.
This evening we had dinner over at Ruth's: beef with barley soup and pumpkin pie.
We've had many heart to hearts over the weekend about our history, our situation, our next steps. If I could pick only a handful of Chuck's traits that I could get back after his brain injury, the things that make him dearest to me -- we've already got every one of those traits back and the start of a different, and in many ways, stronger, relationship. A lot came to an end on that porch on July 1, and many of those things are simply no longer needed. Our marriage began in earnest on September 24, 2009, the day we entered our home for the first time. For the first time in all the years we have known each other, it was just the two of us. No one could just enter our room. No one else had to be put ahead of us. There were no pressing meetings or work schedules looming, no two households, two hours apart.
We made many many sacrifices through the years to hold things together (and sometimes to keep peace apart) and now it's our time. We've been delighted to discover that we're still very much in love and that it wasn't all for naught. We're very grateful for all we have and for all the people who care about us.