No one should have to read this unedited gush of nostalgic memories. Hang in there and I'll get back to guacamole recipes soon. Besides, I've heard from my mother and she's enjoying it. (I'm building bridges here after blaming her for the whole embarrassing Nicholas Sparks incident.) There was that day on the Harding campus my junior year when I first saw Diane in Patty Cobb cafeteria. (Yes, I was a Cobb-er all four years. Only ate in Heritage to help friends--usually female--polish off unused parts of their ticket.) And this is where Harding comes so fully alive in my memory. We first actually met in my dorm room--when she (based on info that I would ask her out if I wasn't such a shy idiot) came during open house to ask me out for Sadie Hawkins week. I stuttered out an "I-just-hit-the-jackpot" yes. After that first date, when we went to the Rialto down on the square to see the full, unedited version of "Wilderness Family," our love kept building during walks. We walked at B-rock, through Harding's beautiful campus, around Harding park, to the College Church. I can still see her singing at the lilypool devotional; I can remember holding her hand while listening to Jim Woodroof preach. (All right, I probably wasn't listening at that point. Jim would understand.) I can see her playing volleyball for her club. (While I DID notice that she looked really good in tight jeans, it should be pointed out that I was not yet a preacher.) We got married May 11, 1978, and after a few days away came back for my graduation. When we left on May 14, we had little idea that six years later we'd be returning, two small kids in tow. As I reflect on this tonight, I think of all we've been through. And it makes me glad that I've had so long to love this incredible woman. That's one thing I'd like to excel in during my lifetime: I'd like to love one woman well. Honestly, I've failed too many times. My biggest regrets center on too much travel, especially during the Searcy years and the early Abilene years while Megan was still alive. Life with Megan was so difficult, and I think I didn't know (or chose not to know) just how hard it was when I was gone. I felt like I was turning people down all the time -- but there were all those trips to Jubilee, to Tulsa, to college retreats, to youth rallys, to university lectureships. Each one seemed important, but now I wonder how often I may have gone out of selfish motives. I don't think Matt felt cheated--he and I did LOTS of reading, wrestling, shooting hoops, playing ping-pong, etc. And Megan probably didn't feel left out, though because she couldn't speak (much), it was always hard to know. But I left too much to Diane. I wish I could have a do-over. Ah, regrets.