I remember it as though it happened yesterday, and with my ever-increasing age and ever-diminishing memory that’s saying something special.
It was a warm August night 33 summers ago. I walked up the steps of the Evangelical Free Church of Fullerton, California, and saw her for the first time ever. She had a beauti
So, intending to introduce her new friend to a buddy of mine, I knew as soon as I’d met Nancy Diane Carroll that she was the one, instead, for me. I was 18 and she was 16. We enjoyed church together that night and then stopped for pizza with a group of friends.
My wife was the third and last child - and only daughter - of Howard and Lois Carroll, godly Christians and former missionaries who had been with Mission Aviation Fellowship for 13 years, two of them in
That first date must have been kind of a shock to my future in-laws: I roared up in a brand new Ford LTD, a long hideous mess of a motor vehicle borrowed from my boss at an advertising agency where I was kind of the fl
It gets worse: not only did I screech into the Carroll’s cul-de-sac looking like an 11 year-old playah from the white suburban hood, I actually wore – and up to now I don’t know that I’ve ever had the moral courage or strength of self-concept to put this in actual print –
In spite of my appearance,
Facing the very painful physical problems she’s endured for these last months hasn’t often been that hard for me since it has been an opportunity for me to give a little more to a helpmate who has sacrificed so much for her family.
You know why I remember that day I first laid eyes on her so well? I remember the way she looked then because she hasn’t changed a bit – except to get even cuter.