When I walked down the stairs at the missionary house five years ago
She caught my eye, took my breath away
“Wow, she’s so pretty!” I thought to myself.
All of us at the girls’ prison in El Salvador
Then I went to the girls’ prison in town
And she acted as my translator as we spoke about redemption, purity and freedom in Christ
“I love her heart,” I thought to myself as we both openly wept at the beauty of the moment.
Then my oldest son began speaking to her
He, a cadet at West Point
She, a college student in El Salvador
And soon enough, they began to fall in love
Two countries away, a romance and a host of many obstacles
They have persevered
And on Sunday, in this beautiful tropical land
He dressed up in his finest, heart beating like a drum
What a moment!
He reserved a table at Ruth’s Chris in downtown San Salvador
And when the waiter brought out the creme brulee, there on the plate
Even though they spelled it wrong, she understood! What a sweet memory in every way!
She read a life-changing message!
Even though there was a typo since English is not the first language of this country
She became more than the pretty girl I first met in a faraway land
She was elevated from just being my son’s bonita, his girlfriend…
She became my future daughter-in-love…
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My son’s future wife ❤
She said, “YES!”
I could write more but I was only given five minutes! What do you think about the word “she”?
