We’re celebrating our 25th anniversary this month (August). We met on a ship in the South Pacific in 1983 and have since been to 30 countries and lived in 21 homes. Almost three decades and four kids later, we are now looking forward to a future which will be completely different from our past.
Not far from where we got engaged in Queenstown. Circa 1983 on a bridge over the NZ Shotover River.
My sister Becky and I on board the Anastasis a few months before I ran into Heather in Fiji.
Heather on the ship, a hippie to the last.
Based on the lessons I’ve learned through these amazing people, I have written a book which tries to tell the story of this love and at the same time provide a father’s angle on the idea of loving others more than yourself. It seems we’ve lost our father’s voice in the development of our own relationships. We head off alone and end up making the same mistakes over and over again. We add too much meaning to attractions and don’t pay enough attention to the destructive potential of our own selfishness. So here’s a few suggestions on how to love other people as we would like to be loved ourselves.
Let me know if it’s helpful.
Stuff my dad never told me about RELATIONSHIPS
You should also be able to pick it up or oder it through any normal bookseller.
I can also send bulk orders directly...
We came from very different worlds but found over the months of our new friendship that we could be very good for each other. It was awkward forming a friendship at such close quarters, but being in an environment of a missional life, we had a great foundation.
I was a bible thumping Californian from a broken family, running from home, to the circus...
Heather grew up in India. While I was playing basketball in Monterey, she was buying fishnet stockings in Kabul.
Learning to love each other as friends, being committed to each others well being over our own, and extending ourselves by having kids – have been a few of the challenges that forged an unconditional love between us. I think this kind of love is possible when you let go of expectations and appreciate the other person for who they are.
The joys of my life, or at least I keep telling myself that... No really, they have made me the man I am.
