seven is God’s lucky number
August 18, 2008 | Filed Under lover
my mom tells a story about a time she was asked to guess the meaning of a vanity license plate belonging to a swarthy (was he swarthy? i always picture swarthiness…) man in a parking lot. the plate read FSHG 317 and my mother guessed, as i would have (what would you have guessed?), “fishing, 317?” the man guffawed, perhaps because he couldn’t believe she was too stupid to answer correctly, or perhaps because he thought he was so clever with his secret message (secret messages aren’t really the point of vanity plates, right?), and said, “no! it stands for father, son, holy ghost, three in one, and seven is God’s luuuuuucky number!”
anytime something comes in sevens i think of this man and i laugh and then maybe feel a little bit sorry that he wasn’t catechized about God and luck not really going hand in hand.
today is the anniversary, the seventh anniversary, of our wedding, the day that ernie and i dressed up and wore flowers and were wed in holy matrimony. seven years and i feel like a very lucky girl indeed. happy anniversary, dearest. isn’t it nice to be in love?
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Congratulations! Kandace and I just celebrated our 5th in May. It is crazy how quickly the time passes.
Congratulations on 7 happy years!
Happy anniversary!
congratulations mollie! i can’t believe you guys have been married for 7 years already! hope you both have a great day
Happy 7th anniversary! Beat ya by a week.
Congratulations!!
Happy Anniversary!! Hope you had a wonderful day!
happy anniversary!!!!!!
Well, I guess “swarthy” could apply if it also means, aahh, in desperate need of a shower.
Happiest of days, dear ones, and may you be blessed with many, many more.
I have so many fond memories of your wedding…
The tie you got up early in the morning to sew for Dad to wear to the wedding.
Dad “piping” the trim on the wedding cake after he and Will transported it and stacked the layers. I am so glad I missed all but the piping action.
The elderly retired farmer who was missing one arm and sold us sweet corn for the reception. He shucked it all by himself. I think he saw it as his sacred duty that day.
Samuel toddling down the aisle with Sam, cute and so little.
Grandpa Campbell looking so proud. I miss him.
Ben and Abby manning the cotton candy machine. Remember when we thought that would lead to something sweeter?
Clayton’s vain attempt to hook Kim L. up with Greg C. Yes, Stacie, he was playing matchmaker. I’m not the only one.
Lunch the next day with Grandma and Grandpa Greene in my dining room along with all the Greenes and Campbells and Doc and my mom asking 1001 questions about “galloping consumption” to Ernie’s grandpa. We ate leftovers from the feast the night before and Lydia and I cleaned the kitchen. We had a great time without you.
Troy’s obsession with the cheese ball.