Posted by Christopher Johnson | Sunday, June 26th, 2011 | Uncategorized | 15 Comments
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love(1 Corinthians 13:13).
I was entirely prepared to hate yesterday evening in a major way. My sister was getting remarried in the city of St. Louis, a place I detest and completely avoid unless the St. Louis Rams are playing.
The wedding wasn’t going to happen in a church but on the roof of some really expensive lofts(nice ones too; if it wasn’t in the City, I”d move in tomorrow if I could). And I couldn’t find the place and didn’t much care for the idea of paying lots of money just to park my truck so I was growling at everything and everybody I saw.
I had to circle the block three times before I figured out where I was supposed to go. But as it turned out, I didn’t have to pay any money at all to park the truck and I wasn’t late; my sister had, deliberately or otherwise, planned on people like me.
To put it bluntly, I blew a perfectly good bad mood. Yesterday evening was as much fun as I’ve ever had doing anything.
What happened? Well, for one thing, the weather was perfect. My immediate family was there so my oldest sister, my brother and my brother’s wife briefly got caught up.
My sister, who’s a year older than me, looked incredible and off-the-charts happy. But what really brought everything home was the backstory.
I didn’t remember this but it seems that my sister and her new husband dated for a couple of years back when both attended what was then called Southwest Missouri State University(now just called Missouri State University) in Springfield.
He’d even been to the house. I don’t remember meeting him(thanks to my seizure, I don’t remember much of anything from the 1970’s) but he knew my dad’s name, was scared crapless of him and loved my mother to death which convinced all of us brothers and sisters. We’d been there and we’d done that.
He and my sister drifted apart, started their own families and both of them saw their marriages break up. A year or so ago, this guy decided to figure out whatever happened to this person he’d dated back in college.
Long story short, those two reconnected on Facebook. Nice job, Zuckerberg. Your little toy made two people very, very happy.