…And she waited
He said, "If I come back and you're still interested in me, then we'll continue our get together. And she waited. I had in my mind, this is the girl I'm coming back to".
It was 1944, he was nineteen, and departing soon for Europe to contribute his service within the Canadian Military during WWII.
His appeal grew on the small town preacher's daughter, despite her being unimpressed at his smooth skating skills on the outdoor rink. She initially thought he was a show-off. Turned out he wasn't really that kind of a guy.
He came back to his girl, they married, and raised four children.
My parents are celebrating seventy two years together today. Last year they celebrated by going to Tim Horton's - just the two of them - in a nearby town. This year, maybe a walk down the hall or a few hours out to dinner. Humble beginnings, humble celebrations.
Their marriage has been the best example anyone could have. I count my blessings for their influence. I took the strength of this foundation for granted in my early years, I now know it's a rarity.
For many years, my family and I used to stay with them at their home during our visits and continually witnessed their commitment to one another, and unending love and respect.
Settling down in the dark of night, hearing aids out and carefully placed on the counter, we would overhear "Goodnight Shirley. I love you". "I love you too", Mom would reply.
We're honored to celebrate you, Mom and Dad!
Bob & Shirley Otterman
September 6, 1947