Last Sunday was the 40th wedding anniversary of our dear friends Dean and Dede Godair. Jerry had married them in our church in Garden Grove and when Dean asked her what she would like to do to celebrate this significant anniversary, she said, “I’d like to go see the Buxtons.” They flew into Las Vegas where they vacationed awhile, then drove up to Lake Havasu to spend a few hours with us. It was a precious time.
After church Mike and Mel joined us as we indulged in a fine and lengthy lunch at Shugrue’s (probably my favorite restaurant in Lake Havasu). We laughed and joked in celebration, and once I said, “Dean, do you know how lucky you are to have found such a true and lovely wife as Dede?”
He instantly teared up, revealing (what we already knew) that his burly body houses a tender, loving heart. He spoke of his adoration of his wife and soon we were all tearing, and finally after about the third time of such emotional talk, I said, “No more! I don’t want to cry again.” He and Mike reminisced of their childhoods and of old friends and escapades; of life lessons they had learned, of the comforting long road they were taking back to their early training.
The delicious meal over, the complimentary cake and ice cream eaten, we left the restaurant and stood about not wanting the time to end.
And so I say to this dear couple, Godspeed and congratulations. From all the Buxtons best wishes for long lives and many more wedding anniversaries.
Thank you, Dean and Dede for the respect and honor you exhibit, and for the love you show to each other, to Jerry and me…and to God.