Today is one of those special days that makes me want to hang around Daniel as much as possible. It’s our wedding anniversary. Nine years ago we were both just bursting with joy, the vows of loving and caring for each other had been exchanged. Next came the long-awaited moment as Grandpa Mast joined our hands in the marriage union, a commitment that was deep settled in our hearts that could never be changed or reverted by anything. I was aglow. People told me, and I knew, that life would not be a ‘happily ever after’ story, that realities would settle in one day. I believed it, but in my heart, I was convinced that it will all be okay, how could it be otherwise with this fine young man who claimed me as his own?
Nine years happened so quickly. This morning as I looked around the circle of five little ones entrusted into our care I just marveled. I find it hard to really put in words how it makes me feel. Addressing them, one at a time I told them, “And now God has given YOU to us!”
You just wouldn’t believe it. As I was writing just now, the door opened, in walked my prince charming with a gorgeous bouquet of a dozen red roses! I caught my breath, I didn’t know what to say. The timing was perfect, I had just finished tucking all the children in bed and was enjoying some quiet moments (besides Rayni, who kept chattering in bed, convinced that it’s not her nap time just yet). My eyes bulged. Could it be true? The vehicle I had heard driving into the driveway must have been the florist. In his hands was a giant vase gracing a dozen red roses. It’s the first time in my life to have had a dozen red roses to my name. I don’t know exactly why, or where the significance of 12 of these beauties even originates. At any rate, I am profoundly grateful and humbled by this act of kindness from my husband on our special day. Daniel and I relished a few undisturbed moments together before it was time for him to go back to work again. Lets just put it this way, my heart feels full and running over.
Now back to our wedding day. Even though we married in March, we had the most perfect weather as the temperatures climbed into the mid-70s and the sun shone warmly. The grass had just turned green, and the first flowers had begun to bloom.
My mother had done an excellent job of planning a feast for our 400 guests. We felt blessed in so many ways. It was incredible to have support on all sides; guests from various states had traveled the distance, merely to show their love. It was a special blessing to have Daniel’s family and friends from Danville Ohio here, knowing they would miss him after his move to Illinois.
Even though it really was the best day of our lives, I wouldn’t wanna go back permanently. I love our children and not only that, the storms of life have had a way of drawing us together in ways I hadn’t imagined possible. Kinda like I was reading in Luke 7:47, the lady that had much forgiven also loved much; in the same token our relationship has grown tighter, even by the times we have failed each other. As we choose to forgive completely, we get our focus off ourselves and make a choice to serve the other, no matter the cost. Daniel has been a powerful example in this area for me.
As we celebrate nine years, I have the urge to make a dish we had at our wedding. How about trying our grape jello salad?
GLORIA’S GRAPE JELLO SALAD
1/4 cup grape jello
2/3 cup boiling water
1/2 cup ice water
Mix boiling water with jello, mix until dissolved, add ice water. Pour into a 5 cup serving bowl. (I like using a clear glass bowl that shows the three layers.) Chill.
3 1/2 tablespoons grape jello
1/3 cup boiling water
2 1/2 tablespoons cold water
4 ounces cream cheese, softened
3 tablespoons powdered sugar
Dissolve jello in hot water, add cold water, chill until it has a syrupy consistency. Beat cream cheese and powdered sugar, add whipped topping (already whipped), only a little at a time, to keep it from getting lumpy. When blended, add jello mixture and pour on first layer that has chilled until set. Chill again until set, then repeat first layer, and pour on top of second mixture.
Gloria Yoder is an Amish mom, writer, and homemaker in rural Illinois. The Yoders travel primarily by horse-drawn buggy and live next to the settlement’s one-room school-house. Readers can write to Gloria at 10510 E. 350th Ave., Flat Rock, IL 62427