“You can still change your mind and come with us,” my husband Rick said. It was our final Porch Party before he left town. He and his uncle were driving from Atlanta, Georgia to Biloxi, Mississippi. They were taking a 1988 Chevy truck Rick restored for Uncle David to a car show called Cruisin’ the Coast.
They’d be tooling the town looking at 10,000 cars.
I squirmed in my rocking chair. “Thanks, but y’all go on. I’m going to be cruisin’ thousands of words at home.”
I was looking forward to a week by myself, but I felt a twinge of guilt.
Aren’t married people supposed to love the same things?
But after 36 years of marriage, I probably wasn’t going to develop a sudden passion for cars. And Rick probably wasn’t going to enjoy cruising bookstores.
By the middle of the week, I was getting sorta lonely. Thursday night he called. “Do you miss me yet?”
“Yes. Especially in the mornings when I’m porch partying by myself. Do you miss me?”
He wasn’t coming home until Sunday, so thinking about marriage and love and porch parties–the things we have in common–I got an idea.
I bought two new mugs and made pumpkin bread.
With yummy topping.
All done minus one piece.
We’d have a Welcome Home Porch Party Sunday night!
Here’s a marriage hint that took me forever to learn:
Marriage isn’t about becoming clones of one another.
It’s about encouraging each other to become the incredibly unique person God created us to be.
*Click here for Pamela’s Gluten-Free Pumpkin Loaf Recipe. (Just use self-rising flour if you aren’t eating GF.)
*If you’re into cars, here’s an article from The Sun Herald about the record-breaking numbers who attended Cruisin’ the Coast.
P.S. Did you marry your exact opposite too?