Thinking About Certain of Our Wedding Anniversaries
When we got married, I moved into the upstairs apartment where Garry had lived for 9 years already in Glen Ellyn, Illinois, a western suburb of Chicago. It was a comfortable, older (pre-World War I) place, though somewhat eccentric, having been, it seemed, at one time the top floor of the brick and stucco house. But enough of that.
We were employed and active in our church community and settled in with the expectation--unspoken--of making that our home indefinitely.
However, the day before our fourth wedding anniversary, Garry came in and told me that I had better sit down. So I did, on the 7-foot-long couch, draped with a sky-blue, synthetic blend throw cover, a couch which had belonged to one of my husband's former roommates.
What news could warrant this command?
His employer was going to do away with his department by the end of the year--perhaps sooner. It turned out to be sooner--another story.
The day before our fifth anniversary, having come to the end of our independent resources--not having a full-time job between us at that point--we moved out of that cozy two-flat (with its quiet neighborhood and tree-lined streets) and in with friends.
We have celebrated our sixth to present anniversaries as residents of the state of California--also a site not included in my plans of youth, but God knows best.
Between our fifth and sixth anniversaries, Garry was hired to work for Grace to You as a publications editor.
Between our tenth and eleventh anniversaries, we became homeowners--something we'd hardly imagined before--at our present address in Santa Clarita, California.
Now we are on the verge of our twentieth anniversary which, Lord willing, we'll celebrate Wednesday, March 25, 2009.
Why do I say, "Lord willing"? That's also another story, related to James 4.
Garry and Elizabeth Knussman
Tuesday, March 24, 2009