Continuing the story of how Hubby and I met and married....
Yes, I invited myself to Hubby's parents' house for Easter. It was a great halfway point between the two of us, and it would be a free place to stay. I didn't think about meeting Hubby for the first time combined with meeting his family. I was too anxious to see this man that I talked to every day.
Remember, I was in full-time ministry at this time of my life. So I wasn't allowed to take off on Easter Sunday. I had to be there. But, my senior pastor said that I could leave the late worship service after the initial announcements, which meant I could get on the road at least an hour sooner than planned. Woohoo!
I had a 6 1/2 hour drive. I knew that Hubby had started the trek the night before, so he had arrived at his folks' at about 3 am.
I remember carefully planning out my wardrobe. I had some great looking tan jeans with a lightweight short-sleeve sweater.
A funny memory from this trip - not only was I driving unknown roads, but the gas prices were sky high (ha! I laugh at this now!). Gas was close to $2.00/gallon! When I stopped to fill up somewhere in Ohio, there was a local reporter taking pictures and interviewing travellers regarding the "high gas prices." Funny, now that gas is hovering close to $4.00/gallon in our area.
Anyway, I arrived in Hubby's hometown around 5 pm. I was hungry, nervous, and sweaty. It finally hit me that I would be meeting Hubby's parents too! Yikes!! What had I gotten myself into?
When I pulled into the very small driveway with my very large pickup (that's another blog post in itself!), I took a moment to breathe deeply before getting out of the truck. I had only ever seen pictures of Hubby - would I recognize him? I was really nervous!
All of sudden, there he was! Walking out of the house in a light blue button up shirt with khaki pants. He looked good! And he looked like his picture too! Whew.
He walked over, gave me a hug, then gave me a nice big kiss on the lips! Wow! (I had sort of expected that, after six weeks of talking on the phone. We both knew that the emotions were getting intense for not ever having met each other!)
After that first kiss on his parents' front lawn, he pulled a single red rose out from behind his back. I had NEVER received a rose from a man before. Seriously. Never.
We talked for a few minutes, then he took me inside to meet his family. Mom, Dad, and one of his older brothers. (Hubby is the youngest of four boys.)
We took my bag upstairs, and there on the bed, was eleven more red roses, spread out in a fan! Wow! A dozen red roses! Wow! I was really blown away.
We sat down to a nice dinner with his family. The nervousness was gone, and I enjoyed myself. Hubby and I stayed up for a while talking after the family had retired for the evening.
We had already had a talk about boundaries. We knew we would wait for s.ex until marriage, but there sure was a lot of kissing going on! (One of the things that the pastor doing our pre-marital counseling remarked on was our excellent communication skills. We had lots of practice in a long distance relationship.)
I was able to stay for two days. I enjoyed the time with Hubby. I already knew him from our conversations, but it was great to spend time together. I had brought my guitar. We sang and shared our favorite worship songs. It was a wonderful, dreamy time together.

We also said "I love you" for the first time during this trip. We had both wanted to say that little phrase for a while, but both of also wanted to wait and be face to face when it was said.