My Husband – He’s Mighty Fine


Me and FishPapa and the girls, December 2009

Last Thursday marked fifteen years since the day my husband proposed to me. It’s amazing that so much time has gone by. We’ve been through many ups and downs in the past 1 1/2 decades. But, I am so thankful and pleased to say that I love him more today than I ever did.

We actually met two years and one week before he proposed. I was a sophomore in college. He was working construction, playing in a band, and sporting long hair and an earring. Not exactly what I was expecting.

I had just joined a homegroup, a type of Bible study/fellowship group in our church. The group was a mix of ages and life stations, some married, some not. Fish, as he was called because his last name was Fisher, had been a part of this group for a few years. I was a newcomer, a youngish Christian, looking for friendships with other believers.

We didn’t speak our first words to one another until I broke my jaw in a bicycle accident two weeks later. I tease him that I had to do something drastic to get his attention. We started to talk after homegroup. He advised me on work situations, asked about my family, became my friend. We were friends before we were anything more.

By April we had gone out for breakfast and to a movie. My roommates wondered what was up. And to be honest, I didn’t really know. I certainly had feelings for him. But, I had no idea what he was thinking.

We count our “first date” as the night I made dinner for him: chicken parmesan. We still laugh over his dismay that I broke the spaghetti to fit it in the pot. That night I learned that he was not the 22 or 23 that I believed him to be. I was quite shocked to find that he was 9 years older than me. But, I liked him anyway. That night we somehow established the fact that we both were interested in pursuing something more than friendship.

You could say that it was a whirlwind romance in a sense. By the end of May we were already discussing marriage. We knew that our time together was going to be limited as I was leaving in August for a year’s study abroad. I would be gone ten months.

Never once did he try to sway me from what had been the goal of my life up until this point. Quite the contrary, he encouraged me as much as he could in setting off for France. Who knew what would happen over that year?

I moved across the globe and experienced all that I could of life in Europe. Yet, I left my heart at home. He came to visit me over Christmas and got to experience some of the same things as I. It was wonderful that he so encouraged me in my pursuits and tried to make them his. He even tried to learn French, God bless him.

Fish and I, Paris, December 1992

He also did what he could at home to prepare to be a husband, making efforts to economize wherever possible. He even moved in with his mom for that year in order to save money on rent and get out of debt.

Well, we stuck it out. Over countless miles and thousands of dollars in long-distance phone bills, by the end of the ten months we knew we wanted to spend our lives together. Unbeknownst to me, he had already chosen a ring and was intent on paying it off before he proposed.

My sweet guy popped the question on his birthday, January 29, 1994. We had gone to dinner and were walking along the Biltmore wall at Butterfly Beach in Montecito. I remember thinking in that split second after he asked me to be his wife, I’m on a threshold to a new life.

While he is certainly not a perfect man, my husband is Mr. Right for Me. He puts up with my foibles and follies, all my whines and whimpers. He encourages me in pursuing things that I truly desire. He is my knight in shining armor, quick to help those in need. He is a fantastic dad and a loyal friend. He is, indeed, mighty fine.

I’m so thankful for this good life and the fine husband God has given me.

Broken jaws and broken spaghetti….do you have any quirky twists to how you met your man?

Related:
Visit Amy’s Finer Things for more “fine things” every Friday.
Stop by Heavenly Homemakers on the 7th for “Share Your Love Story.”

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Comments

  1. that is wonderful! thanks for sharing that.

  2. Beautiful story! And I’m sure FishPapa feels very blessed to have you as his wife! Thanks for sharing!

  3. On our first date, my now husband made me chicken parmesan. On the day he proposed, he once again made chicken parmesan and had planned a picnic with both of our families present.

    Thanks for sharing… it’s nice to have a glimpse into your “earlier years” together.

  4. Beautiful story. Fun to get to know you better! Now I need to get busy on MY “how we met” story… it’s a doozy!

  5. Mrs. Querido says:

    No crazy how we met story here, but our romance did have one big bump in it…you have inspired me to write my own story out.

    Thanks for sharing about you and Fishpapa…may you have many more years of blessing and joy together!

  6. JessieLeigh says:

    What a fantastic story and so fun to read! Absolutely love the picture of the two of you in Paris. Your story is sweeter than mine, I think. ;)

  7. This is so great–what a pleasure to read this on a Friday! http://www.klove.com (Christian radio) is having a love story contest–I think you should submit yours before the deadline today! The prize is having Matthew West write a song about your love story.

    I’ve been debating doing ours, but there’s no way I can do 250 words…so what I’m doing for my fiance’s Vday present is our story in a 3-part series…the meeting/dating stage, the proposal, and the wedding (to be completed this August!) :)

  8. What a neat story! I also loved the Paris picture. Our meeting story is anti-climactic, but our engament story was fun. We were at a Christmas partywwith some singles from church. We were playing the white elephant game. He had rigged the game to make sure I got the last number and the final gift in the pile. It was a wooded desk box with a “recipe” for “true love and a lasting marriage”. I had to read the recipe out loud. He then got down on one knee, took a ring out of his sock(heehee) and told everyone he was about to ask me to marry him, then proceeded to. It was all recorded on video! Love to watch it.

  9. I loved reading about your love story!
    My husband and I met on the first day of college in our first class together as architecture students. All the students randomly picked desks to sit at in our studio class and we were, then, told that we would partner with the person diagonal from us for our first project. I was partnered with a stranger who later became my husband. It took us 3 months to become friends, about a week to become best friends, and another 3 months to start dating. That was 11 years ago and we’ve been married for a very happy 5 1/2 years. The best thing about it was that I knew it was God’s will that we meet and marry as he was from Indiana and I was from Florida and we met in Ohio.

  10. I love this post and the pictures. Beautiful story.

  11. Thanks for that … and the pictures are great!

    I met my husband while I was working in a mortgage department of a bank. His brother was there finalizing a loan and we started joking around. He mentioned he had a brother and brought him in some time later as I was modeling my broken foot to coworkers. I was on crutches our first date. After six months, I knew I’d marry him.

  12. What a great story – It’s great that you are so happy! Congrats!

  13. Raggedy Girl says:

    What a beautiful story. I loved reading it and thank you for sharing it.
    ♥Roberta Anne

  14. In that Paris photo you two look like models. :)

    What a great story!

  15. We were college sweethearts. We worked the same workstudy job: recording recitals in the music conservatory. We joke now that our children were the only ones around who know how to run a turntable for LPs and have actually seen reel-to-reel tapes in action!

  16. I remember many of those events. It was like a blast from the past! I’m so glad that you met your Mr. Right!

  17. What a great story!

  18. So fun to read your blog!!! I love the posts about B & your family, so sweet!!! 6 kids….girl, that is AWESOME!!! Remember those days of being in homegroup together, we never would have guessed life would had brought us so far! God is good :)

    • Jessica Fisher says:

      Amen! So fun to see YOUR sweet face on Facebook. CUTE family you’ve got! I haven’t had the FB time to browse, though. If you guys ever come down to SD, let me know! Leonards have our #s.

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