By the time we had moved to McLean (see HOUSE HUNTING), our two adult children were gainfully employed. Dear daughter was a school teacher and dear son was in Christian work. Both of them have sustained their careers in distinguished fashion to the point that dear daughter is now enjoying retirement years, while dear son might be near that nirvana (I think). Dear daughter has remained single while her brother has done otherwise.
Dear son had just made a location change in Virginia, from Norfolk to Richmond, moving from one apartment to another. I mentioned to him that the price he was paying for apartment rental was enough to buy his own home. Sure enough, he followed through on that idea and soon became a proud home owner.
It was a pretty home, in a charming neighborhood; a well-built house, with a slate roof and a fenced-in back yard. Quaint Richmond has a lot of houses like that. Now he had plenty of rooms to fill, and all he needed was the right person for such a start (if you know what I mean).
Sure enough, he met that person while working in the western part of the state. Then he found out that they belonged to the same church in Richmond, and now you know the rest of the story.
More, later.
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