A Memory of the Time Before Marriage; Vows to God
Greetings, Internet Friends and Neighbors and Happy Family! And howdy to glum family as well; I recommend a nap. Nine years ago this week, I bought my gift-from-God, happily-ever-after trophy wife Vanessa, the elegant, foxy, praying black grandmother of Woodstock, GA, an engagement ring, and put it on her finger. It's a lovely memory. Then, I was cleaning up my browser bookmarks today, and ran across this bit of history. Before you read it, I must explain: Three years after my long-time family unit disintegrated, I emerged from my cocoon, and sought counsel from my pastor about my future. Was it possible for me to begin a family at age 57? I had no idea about how that might happen; I had been married for a little over 32 years, and knew NOTHING about the contemporary dating scene. He had a few ideas, thinking about some women he knew in the church, but none of those turned out to be a match. Too soon, too young, whatever. He suggested I look into dating websites, including Ha...