From the Beginning

The other night, Dave was taking a sip of my grape juice to take his medications. I jokingly said, "Don't drink it all." Which brought back a funny memory.....

At our wedding, we took communion together. We each had our own piece of bread, but for the grape juice we had one pretty brass goblet with our names and wedding date engraved on it. When it was time to partake in the juice, the pastor handed the goblet to Dave. There wasn't a lot of juice in the tall goblet so Dave had to tilt his head back pretty far to get even a sip. I'm standing there watching and thinking he forgot that he has to share, so I whisper "Don't drink it all."

This story still makes me giggle because the poor guy was just trying to partake in communion and there I am on our wedding day giving him orders already....surprisingly he didn't run out of the church that day! Now he is stuck...Bahaha!