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A Love






                                                                that             Lasts





                                             JACKIE & LINDA WHITE





                                                                                       by Paige White Allen






          Deborah Faith Photography


            ’m sitting in a hospital room    each statement in our memory,       My parents, Jackie and Linda
            with my dad and sister           and I turn on my phone recorder     White, met in the first grade at
         Iwaiting for the doctor’s report    because I know I will want to       Cooper Elementary School, and
         about my mom’s hip surgery          listen to these words again. You    though they were always good
         when I decide to wade into the      see, all children, even grown       friends, they didn’t start dating
         waters of deep conversation by      daughters, delight in hearing the   until they were attending Texas
         asking my dad what he loves         love their father has in his voice   Tech, just a few miles down the
         most about my mom. He knew          when he talks about their mom.      road from the farms where they
         this question was coming. I’d told                                      were raised. Once they started
         him a couple of weeks before        I’ve grown up listening to my       dating, it was pretty obvious that
         that I wanted to interview him      dad talk. As a well-respected       they were smitten, and marriage
         for an article I was writing, but   pastor in West Texas, I’ve heard    followed soon after.
         this sterile setting doesn’t exactly   my fair share of sermons from
         evoke warm hearts and stories of    this man sitting across the room.
         love. But he takes a deep breath    He’s spoken about my mom
         and gazes up at the fluorescent     from pulpits, often joking about
         lights, no doubt reminiscing        her willingness to put him in his
         on the sixty plus years that he’s   place when he gets out of line,
         known the woman I call Mom.         but today is different. There is
                                             no crowd to teach and no stage
         He waits a second, grins just a     in sight, but as he talks about
         little, and then he starts to talk.  their love, I hear a sermon all the
                                             same.
         He begins with her kindness, the
         way she brings a sense of calm      You see, their love story is
         and peace wherever she goes,        riddled with lessons about
         and he talks and talks, telling us   faithfulness, sacrifice, and
         all about their friendship that     plenty of grace sprinkled across
         turned into something more. My      ordinary days.
         sister and I lean in trying to log


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