Dating my daughter
is nothing new for my daughter. Years ago Rachael began leaving our house
once a month for dinner and a movie with the guy she loved. Her dad. It
wasn’t for lack of alternatives. Boys proposed to her when she was
three, four, and twice when she was six. Each time she most emphatically
her teen years she pasted a Bible verse to her bedroom door. Psalm 56:1:
“Be merciful to me, O God, for men hotly pursue me.” And they did. A
few showed up holding flowers. I had rehearsed clever and witty things to
say to them, threats involving their little bodies and staple guns. But I
never had the heart while they stood there on our front steps, sweating,
as if someone had already yelled, “Ready! Aim!—”
don’t you go out with them?” I surprised myself by asking.
not the kind of guys I wanna marry,” she said. “Besides, I like dating
you. You pay for everything.”
few summers ago a guy by the name of
day last June
had rehearsed clever and witty threats for him. They were too good not to
use. While sharpening a knife I informed him that I’m not real big but I
have lots of friends. That if he broke her heart I would break some things
that he might need. I told him that nothing on earth matters more to me
than this girl; that we’ve prayed for her every single day of her life.
That she’d find a guy who doesn’t talk about God as much as he loves
Him. And I told him about the video surveillance units we’ve installed
in every room. And in his car.
chuckled nervously and said, “I’ll be good to her.” And he has.
before Christmas Jordan’s enthusiasm for chores reached an all-time high
and his nervous disorder resurfaced. While Ramona and I wrapped Christmas
gifts one night, he tapped on our door, and tip-toed in like a porcupine
entering a balloon factory.
was going to ask you about the uh,” — long pause—“marrying
she know about this?” was all that came to mind.
down,” I said, stalling.
I asked him a few simple questions: Why would you like to marry her? Will
you be stronger together than apart? How do you plan to encourage her
gifts? Are you honoring her now? How will you honor her after you tie the
knot? How will you help her grow closer to God? What will you do if
marriage doesn’t turn out the way you planned? Easy stuff like that.
He stammered a little, so I suggested we talk about these things
during the seven years he would spend raising cattle for me.
think I’m gonna need it,” he said. And we all laughed.
On December 28 Mr. Jordan Culp produced a sparkling diamond set in
gold, got down on one knee, and fainted. No, he didn’t. He popped a
question: “Will you marry me?” It wasn’t the first time she’d been
asked, but this time Rachael broke down and cried. And said, “Yes.”
We couldn’t be happier for them. But like an eight track tape
plugged into a Blu
Ray machine we realize that life changes fast. I find
myself offering up more prayers now, and less unsolicited advice. Last
night I found myself on the other end of things when I asked
we watch them in the car talking about their June wedding. (The picture is
quite clear from these new-fangled surveillance cameras.) They’re
planning a lavish catered affair, but I think we should have a backyard
potluck. A-E bring a hot dish. F-M salads. N-Z toasters. I haven’t
mentioned this to Rachael. But I’m sure she’ll leave that decision up
all, I’m the dad. I pay for everything.
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