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Nine Years Ago...

We met on March 27, 1998 at a farewell service for Bro. Stacey Pearcy, who was leaving my church to pastor his own church in Kentucky. A dear friend, Bro. John French, decided that he should play matchmaker and put the two of us together. His plan: to invite Dennis to come to the fellowship at Immanuel Missionary Baptist Church and meet a young lady (me). They traveled from New Hope Baptist Church in Millington to Milan, TN; an hour and a half drive.

The service ended and everyone filed out of the auditorium, headed to the fellowship hall for a bite to eat. As I exited, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man with a bright smile and beautiful blue eyes. Bro. John stood next to him and introduced us to each other: "you both have a few things in common," he said with his wacky sense of humor, "you're both single, saved and searching!" I was instructed to make sure Dennis got a plate of food and some 'nanner puddin' (banana pudding for those reading that may be unfamiliar with the southern term).

So, we fixed our plates and sat down to converse. I asked him '20 questions' trying to get to know him... how old are you, when's your birthday, what do you do for work, any family, are you saved, etc. My final question: "Would you like some banana pudding?" was the last straw.... he doesn't like banana pudding! Truly, I was uninterested in giving in to the matchmaking game and was pretty much just annoying him. He left that night and I never expected to see him again.

Our church's annual camp meeting was less than a month away and who should show up? You guessed it: Dennis Bentley. We spoke a little more every day conversation and I found out that he actually was a fairly nice person, despite the fact that he hates banana pudding. He came again the following night and asked my dad's permission to get to know me.

Through the remainder of that year, we wrote to each other, he called and we visited when opportunity allowed. In July, he informed my dad of his intentions to court me (with his approval) having the ultimate purpose of marriage. Not quite a proposal, but he wanted to prove himself to be more than just a man looking for a good time before being on his way to the next girl. I found that we had more than just the three "s's" in common; our beliefs, standards and convictions were similar and I saw his interaction with children, making a mental note that he would be a great father one day.

December 19, 2008, Dennis came to my house to visit with my parents and me. As we sat quietly talking, he surprised me with a simple question: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Trying to read his mind, I offered: "That you love me?"
"Well, yes, that too, but actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to marry me and be my wife?" was his repsonse as he knelt beside me and pulled out a ring. I all but shouted, "yes!" as I hugged him.



Wedding plans were made as we set the date for February 19, 2000. The time dragged by and yet flew as the day drew nearer and all was set in order. Finally, our wedding day arrived with a beautiful sunny day, relatively warm for mid-winter, and the wedding ensued with dear friends and family gathered around us to help celebrate our union vows to one another and before God.


Nine years later, we are still in love. We've had our share of battles and struggles. Life has shown us sorrow and joy in our walk with God and with each other. But our love has grown sweeter and stronger with each passing day. God has blessed us with four wonderful children, along with the promise of seeing three others in Heaven one day.


I have found out that love is a choice. Just as I choose each day to serve the Lord; so also
I choose to love Dennis. Sometimes it's not easy; we both have stubborn wills. But my commitment to him was "for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love, honor and obey, till death do us part." And by God's grace, I'll do so till we are parted by death!
And just for fun; in honor of our anniversary:
What are your middle names? Wayne and Yvette
How long have you been together? See the above story!
How long did you know each other before you started dating? about 3 weeks
Who asked who out? he asked me
How old were each of you when you met? I was 20 and he was 21
How old are each of you now? 31 and 32
Whose siblings do/did you see the most? mine
Do you have any children together?Yes, Charis - 7, Matthew - 4, Andrew - 3, Faith - 1 and three in Heaven
How about Pets? not anymore, but we've had a dog and two cats
Did you go to the same school? no
Are you from the same hometown? no
Who is the smartest? he is
Who is the most sensitive? probably me
Where do you eat out most as a couple? my choice: Olive Garden
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Tennessee to Wyoming
Who has the worst temper? me?
Who does/did the cooking? both, but he's better!
Who is more social? me
Who is the neat-freak? Neither
Who hogs the bed? he does
Who wakes up earlier? usually he does
Who has the bigger family? I think I do, unless you count steps and halfs maybe?
How do you spend the holidays? Either at home or my parents
Do you have little pet names for each other?Yes, we call each other "Love" and "Babe" He also calls me Doll.
Who eats more? we could have a contest!
Who sings better? I think we both sound pretty good
Who’s older? he is, by 9 months and 28 days
Who does the dishes? me or the dishwasher
Who snores? he does
Who’s better with the computer? 'bout the same, I think
Who drives when you are together? he does
Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? definitely him
Who kissed who first? he kissed me first... on my forehead
Who wears the pants in the relationship? he does, of course!
Who eats more sweets? Probably me
Are you two still a couple? Absolutely!

The Birthday fun:

***** For some reason, I am not getting the Smilebox to work properly on this. There are videos in this to watch as well, so be sure to look for them. I had to go back on the pages for the videos to show up to play!****

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Andrew is 3 years old today!


February 16-17, 2006:

I had been having contractions over the course of two days. They would be frequent, but not strong; then strong, but not frequent. This day started the same way: contractions about 20 minutes apart, but not alarming. Dennis went to work and I started with cleaning and tending to Charis and Matthew. The day progressed with not much excitement. I could feel the tightening in my stomach with certain things I did, or ways that I moved. The time between contractions spaced out, but still somehow I knew that today was the day. So, I prepared the best I could. Everything was ready at the house. We would be having company, Dennis’ mom, while we were in the hospital, so I wanted to make sure all the laundry was done, house was cleaned and meals prepared somewhat in advance for a day or two. My overnight bag was partially ready. Then we headed out the door for groceries.

I went to the usual stores, starting with Wal-Mart. I leisurely strolled around, pushing my cart with Matthew in it and Charis walking beside me. I met several friends while there. Each one asked of my condition. I informed them I was walking around, preparing for labor. Then I continued with my shopping. It took a few hours to get all that I needed; going to three different stores. I returned home, put the groceries away and prepared supper. Dennis came home about 5:00 pm and we sat down to eat. My contractions had eased off throughout the evening as I cleaned up after the meal. We soon readied the children for bed and had our family devotion time. At 9:30 pm, Charis and Matthew went to bed, while Dennis and I sat up, watching T.V.
After a few moments, I felt a contraction strong enough that I began to time it: 40 seconds. Moments later another one hit, harder than the last. I stood up and paced, glancing at the clock as I did. The time was 9:55 pm and another 40-second contraction. Dennis took notice and asked if it were time. “I think so,” was my reply.

He headed to the children’s rooms and woke them up, gathering their clothes for the next day and placing them in an overnight bag. I finished packing my own. Another contraction at 10:00 pm and I realized we would certainly be heading to the hospital for baby #3 tonight. I called Dennis’ mom, she couldn’t make it until the next day, so we made arrangements with a friend to keep the kids over night. At 10:30, we walked out the door, contractions still 5 minutes apart and ranging from 30-40 seconds.

On the way to the sitter’s, I called the doctor. She told me to come on in and they would check me out. Between contractions, I felt fine. I would chat with Dennis and the kids, telling them their baby brother would be born soon. At the sitter’s, I gave instructions, told the kids bye and we were on our way to the hospital. I was excited; I was going to have this baby tonight. Dennis was skeptical, he thought we would be sent back home to wait for another day or longer.

We arrived at the hospital around 11:30 pm. Just before getting out of the car, another contraction started. Each one was still 5 minutes apart, so I knew when it eased off I had exactly 5 minutes to get to triage before the next one hit. I grabbed my purse, got out, shut the door and practically ran to the hospital. Dennis was right on my heels wondering how I could be so fast if I were about to give birth. When I walked into triage, I told the nurse who I was. She pulled my records and sent me to a room. I was evaluated, measuring at 5 cm dilated and fully effaced. She checked me into my own labor/delivery room at 11:55pm.

Hooked up to a monitor and waiting for the doctor, I continued to have contractions, now about 3 minutes apart and getting stronger. I immediately asked for an epidural and received it in short order. Dr. Zite arrived and checked my cervix; I was at 7 cm. She and the nurses hovered near the door for the next few hours.

At 3:00 am on Friday, February 17, another contraction hit and the monitor indicated a drop in the heart rate of the baby. Fearing the loss of another baby, I pressed the “call nurse” button and informed them of what was happening. Next thing I knew, Dr. Zite and 3 nurses were hovering around me telling me we needed to get the baby out now. I didn’t want another caesarean, so they fixed the bed and I began pushing. The baby did not want to come out and yet, I could not stop the urge to push. Contractions seemed to not let up for me to get my breath. A nurse brought in a mirror for me to watch progress. That helped as I was able to see the head crown, I bore down with more stamina to push him out.

What a relief it was when he came out crying. The clock said 3:15 am as Dennis cut the umbilical cord. The baby was weighed and measured at 7 lbs, 10 oz and 20 ½ inches. We were moved to a recovery room shortly after but it wasn’t until some sleep and breakfast that we finally named him. We wanted a Bible name and we wanted to use my grandfather’s name as well. And that's how Andrew Harold was born three years ago on February 17, 2006!
Tonight we will celebrate this special day as a family. Our plans are to eat at Incredible Pizza, play a few games, then come home for cake and ice cream and presents.