YAY for Old Friends

Today on facebook, I found that it is the birthday of the youngest son of some of our dearest friends.  This day is significant because it was on this very day, eighteen years ago, that they approached us at church and invited us to dinner and to celebrate Logan's first birthday.

At that time, we were living in Monmouth, Oregon, home of Western Oregon University, and we were going to school.  We'd been married for nine months.  We were poor, so we never went out.  It was study and work all the time, but we were newlyweds, so life was good.

These dear friends were just another of many tender mercies in our lives.  They saved us from the doldrums of school and poverty.  Nearly every weekend, they would call us and invite us to do something fun.  Usually it was dinner and a movie in Salem--the big city (HaHaHa).

The thing that still baffles me about this is that they had four children.  We had none.  They were established, we were just starting out.  Why us?  Why did they go out of their way for us?

I don't know if I will ever understand this, but it was an incredible blessing.  We love these people.  I joke around that they saved our marriage, but part of me really wonders if that was their purpose, and we just didn't know that.

Thank you Andy and Carol for your love for us.  We love you right back!