Delight at the Dairy Queen–More on Marriage

It took me about thirty years to discover two things:
1. Getting along is much more fun than nitpicking.
2. Little things matter. A lot.
Good things happen when you stop nagging–like going to the Dairy Queen. After supper once or twice a week one of us says, “Want to go to the DQ?”
A DQ date night costs about $5, but it’s worth gold. For a few minutes, we’re teenagers again. We jump in the truck and head past the square to the DQ drive-through. I order a small chocolate shake or a hot fudge sundae with peanuts. Rick gets a mini Reece’s blizzard. We sit in the parking lot and eat and watch the cars go by. Sometimes we hold hands.

The other night, the sun set as we were waiting in line at the drive-through window–the most beautiful combination of popsicle purple and orange–colors that take your breath.

Heaven came down.

Glory filled the sky.

And the truck.


The girl handed us our ice cream and smiled. “Have a blessed night.”

It is a blessed night. So very, very blessed.

From the rising of the sun to its setting the name of the Lord is to be praised. Ps. 113:3 NAS