The fisherman’s daughter What was I thinking? Her daddy had arms like a 9-pound hammer. He was a hardcore, lifetime fisherman from Alaska, a true salty dog. What was I thinking? Her sister Cathleen invited me to her church one Sunday morning and dragged me right down front at the altar to be introduced to Pamela. Pamela had little interest in me at the time, because I was four years younger. I felt pretty much the same, because I was not looking for an “older woman” either. Also, I had this secret fear that after a few years with any woman our love would grow cold. But I never told anyone this. One cold winter day, Pamela and I went with some friends at a restaurant and found that hot coffee and ice cream made a wonderfully romantic combination. We dated six months before we kissed. We’re going on 23 years and six kids later. My love for Pamela is stronger than ever. What was God thinking? Carter Eby, Huntersville, EnergyUnited |
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