September 26, 2006
September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 26, 2006, was my last day in Aberdeen, Scotland. Mr. David Gwynne, the children's pastor at the church I'd just spent over a week working with, had offered to serve as tour guide for me and three of my friends on our final afternoon. We had walked to the beach and then to ASDA before I struck up a conversation with him, asking him if he was left handed after I'd noticed he had his watch on his right wrist. It turns out, this right-handed guy was just weird and liked to wear his watch on the "wrong" wrist. After that initial conversation, we were inseparable. He even made my tea at our team's final get together that evening and carried my pink backpack on the way to the pool hall with some of our friends.Dave was smitten, and so was I. It took a few days and Skype calls before we shared how we felt, but we hold September 26 as the day our relationship began because it really was the beginning of what has turned into a lifetime commitment.
2 comments:
I'm right-handed and always wear my watch on my right wrist which happens to be the "right" wrist. I never noticed that Dave wore his watch on his right wrist, maybe that's why we get on so well, kind of kindred spirits from the wrist down. No, it's not me and Dave that are weird, its everyone else.
Ahh. How sweet. You should have celebrated by coming to Virginia Beach!!
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