A Memory and Peppermint Tea

Perhaps it’s the chill in the air or the fact that it happened almost a year ago to date, but as I was cooking dinner last night (another round of our favorite Corn Chowder) I was overcome with the memory of the first time I knew Kyle had asked my dad to marry me. I’m not talking anything obvious like accidentally finding the ring or an email he’d sent about flying his family down here for the engagement, but something so subtle that no one else would have seen it if it hit them in the face.

We were visiting my family and arrived to an unusual scene in our house: no one had prepared dinner. We rarely ate out when I was growing up, but this night we arrived to find my dad and sister headed out the door to pick up dinner at one of the three main eateries in our small town. Actually we went to two of the three main eateries because my sister chose grilled chicken over rotting her body from the inside out with fried okra and butter. Whatever.

We were in the truck -my sister and I in the back seat, my dad and Kyle in the front- when I heard it. Kyle had said something hilarious to the male species, probably something about Mike Gundy or Gisele Bundchen, and my dad laughed. The laugh wasn’t the abnormal thing- my dad’s generally a jolly fellow- but it was a genuine, relaxed, whole-hearted laugh. Like he actually thought Kyle was funny.

I know my husband and his sense of humor- it’s pretty solid. But I also know the laugh he usually got from my dad; a smile with no teeth and a nose that scrunched a little too much to be genuine. Almost a pity, “I’m being nice to you because you’re with my daughter, but my shotgun is in the next room and I know how to use it.” This night, something was different.

Turns out Kyle had asked him for my hand in marriage a few weeks before. As I sit here and think about all that’s happened in the last year- the engagement, the wedding, the move to Dallas, two new jobs- I can’t believe how blessed we are. But I also sit here next to our Christmas tree sipping peppermint tea and soaking up all the greatness and I know that Kyle doesn’t complete me. That if there hadn’t been the ring or the secret wedding or the telltale laugh, my life would still be full and I would still be joyful and my tree would still be glowing in the corner. It would only be a different corner and might taste of blackberry tea instead of peppermint, but my joy would be ever present. This year, I just get to share in it.


4 thoughts on “A Memory and Peppermint Tea”

  1. Wow. Amazing post Jen. What a great observation about the closeness of family and the priorities of life and marriage. Thank you for your insight, you are always able to portray things so simple with such depth!

  2. Aww Jen I love this!! I love that my teenage daughter is going to read this, and that because she looks up to you, it will encourage her to keep believing that she doesn't need a boy to complete her. Thank you so much for being a great example of a strong Christian woman for her!

  3. Love this one = ) I think it ranks as one of my favorites. And I know the exact laugh you're talking about! And sorry that I would rather have a healthy dinner than a bag full of greasy chicken that soaks through the bottom of a plastic bag by the time you get home. I also remember the "hiding of the evidence" in the trash can. = ) Loves you!

  4. first, i love that you love God so much and know He's the only way to joy and fulfillment. second, i love that you're sipping peppermint tea 🙂 and thank you for being a friend and woman to look up to in your walk. xoxo

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