My late father told me once, “If you ever get married, marry a woman who don’t care about money. Happiness and money are of no relation.”

The sun was coming up. We rode toward Charleston, doing sixty-five miles per hour in a two-seat truck.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” said my new wife.

“Me neither.”

In my wallet: two hundred dollars cash. It was all I had. I earned it by selling my guitar, one week earlier.

My late father told me once, “If you ever get married, marry a woman who don’t care about money. Happiness and money are of no relation.”

Well, she must not have cared because I had none. I was a blue-collar nothing with a nothing-future ahead of me. I had no high-school education. No achievements. No pot to you-know-what in, and no plant to pour it on. And not much confidence.

Until her.

She unfolded a roadmap on the dashboard. My truck radio played a Willie Nelson cassette. I was married.

Married. Things were looking up.

We arrived at a cheap motor-inn. She took a shower while I watched the idiot box. Andy Griffith was on.

I’d seen the episode a hundred times. Barney makes Otis jump rope to prove he’s sober. You know the rest. Crisis. Cliffhanger. Andy saves the day. Roll credits.

I made reservations at an upscale restaurant where the waiter pulls the chairs out for you. I wore the only necktie I owned.

We ate food I could not afford. I paid a hundred bucks—plus tip. We walked the streets, arm in arm.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” she said.

Then: the sound of horse hooves. A carriage. A man stepped out and groomed his animals on the sidewalk.

My wife remarked how pretty the horses were.

I asked how much he charged for rides.

“Hundred bucks,” he said.

I handed him my remaining wad of cash. “How much will this buy?”

He thought about it. “How’s ten minutes sound?”

We covered ourselves with a blanket. He carted us through the streets. We saw hotels where George Washington slept, buildings older than my grandaddy’s grandaddy’s grandaddy.

That nice man gave us an hour ride.

Later, that night, my wife said, “I feel like ice cream.”

We stopped at a grocery store. I was out of cash, so I wrote a personal check while whispering The Twenty-Third Psalm.

My wife sat on my tailgate, eating from the carton. I laid in the pickup bed, watching the moon.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” I said.

And I still can’t.

My life has changed considerably since that night. So have I. And I don’t want to be melodramatic here, but it’s because of my ice-cream eating bride.

She’s done things for me. She let me cry on her shoulder when my boss fired me. She held my hand, in an ambulance after I totalled my truck. She tutored me in college algebra.

She helped me piece together my education. She told a fatherless flunky he was every bit as smart as anyone else. She loved me.

It’s not our anniversary. It’s nobody’s birthday, either. I just felt like telling you about the reason I believe in God.

Her name is Jamie.


  1. Linda - July 2, 2017 12:47 pm

    Sean, I was a high school English teacher, but I want you to know that when I read your writing, you make me smile and you make me cry, all within a couple of minutes. That says it all.

  2. Donna Holifield - July 2, 2017 12:49 pm

    This is beautiful!

  3. Diane Enloe - July 2, 2017 1:05 pm

    And your readers love Jamie, too! ❤☺️

  4. Mary Hale - July 2, 2017 1:11 pm

    I love that you love your wife the way you do and talk about her the way that you do. Your stories inspire me to do better and give me faith in human kind when it is sorely missing. Thank you!

  5. Laura Young - July 2, 2017 1:13 pm

    I see the wisdom of your reasoning. God knew that Jamie was just what you needed in your life. Not money or fame or “success” as seen by the world’s standards. You have discovered that relationships are more important than money. Peace comes without a bank account and sometimes ice cream is better than a fancy car and house. Love you, Sean, for helping others see that, too!!

  6. Linda - July 2, 2017 1:19 pm

    I’m a native New Yorker but have always felt Southern inside…my father was an orphan and didn’t really speak of the past so when I retired I started working on my ancestry from that side of my family .My great grandfather was born in South Carolina…..fought at Gettysburg , survived it ( his brother didn’t ) was nursed back to health by a good woman and the rest is our family’s history…due in part to that woman – my great great grandmother…..

    Please continue to inspire people with your writings….
    God bless you and Jamie – a very good woman – and please continue to inspire your readers everyday with your writing……thank you .

  7. Lydia Bennett - July 2, 2017 1:38 pm

    I just love how you honor your precious wife.Keep writing.Thanks!

  8. Thomas Savage - July 2, 2017 1:42 pm

    Thanks. Ditto.🙃

  9. Chuck Rosenthal - July 2, 2017 1:57 pm

    Sometimes less is more.

  10. Marisa Franca @ All Our Way - July 2, 2017 2:00 pm

    You made me tear up twice in one morning. Lovely story about your wife!! I can see why you love her!!

  11. Barry Haggerty - July 2, 2017 2:01 pm

    This has to be the most loving and inspiring story you have written. Thank your wife because together you’ll made a great writer of great stories from where you started in life. Keep sharing and give your wife a great big hug.

  12. Judy Riley - July 2, 2017 2:35 pm

    I met your Jamie. I’ve talked to your Jamie. I believe you. She’s a jewel. And not in the rough! She has a calming affect. Don’t lose her…..keep her close.

  13. Terri Bryson - July 2, 2017 2:43 pm

    We all need someone to believe in us. What a beautiful story! It brought tears to my eyes. Happy Stories are wonderful!

  14. Jesse shanks - July 2, 2017 2:50 pm

    Touching story. Lost my beloved wife of 59 years last November. She and I very little when we began our life together like you did. She was alwzys my dafe place, the rock to stsnd on and the mother of three sons. North can ever repace her. Your stories help me remember the good times. Thank you.

  15. Elizabeth May - July 2, 2017 2:54 pm

    You are both blessed! Absolutely lovely!

  16. Sylvia Williams - July 2, 2017 3:00 pm

    Truly, beautiful story!

  17. Judy Miller - July 2, 2017 3:11 pm

    Yeah, it sounds very much like God knew what He was doing when He placed you two together. Continued blessings!!!

  18. Elizabeth Pickens - July 2, 2017 3:31 pm

    Simply beautifully written–brought me to tears.

  19. Jill Shaver - July 2, 2017 4:01 pm

    You know how to make a woman cry! How sweet and you are a very luck y man, and so is she. Glad you all have each other to share the rest of your life with. Jill

  20. Nita Stacey - July 2, 2017 4:44 pm


  21. Michael Bishop - July 2, 2017 5:23 pm

    We’ve always loved the name Jamie and the people who bear it. In ou case, Jamie was our son, a young teacher of German slain at Virginia Tech on April 16, 2007. Love your tribute to your wife, a keeper for certain. And she must surely regard you as a keeper too.

  22. Debbie Galladora - July 2, 2017 5:32 pm

    His name is John…

  23. Perri Geaux Tigers Williamson - July 2, 2017 6:55 pm


  24. Patricia Gibson - July 2, 2017 7:00 pm

    Can’t think of a better reason to believe.

  25. Suzanne Field - July 2, 2017 9:01 pm

    Sean — I’ve been reading you for some time now and have loved it all and believe me I’m not easy to please. Today’s story is the BEST. Never stop writing. What a gift this piece is for Jaime, whether or not it is Christmas or her birthday. Everyday gifts are best. Suzanne

  26. Jack Quanstrum - July 2, 2017 10:13 pm

    Beautiful, beautiful story. The story is so smooth and what I think all relationships should be made of, no judgement just acceptance and support. So, so happy for you!

  27. Anne Trawick - July 2, 2017 10:25 pm

    Oh, Lord, you’ve done it again!

  28. Regina Peavy - July 3, 2017 12:57 am


  29. Kathleen - July 3, 2017 1:17 am

    Touching story! God is great

  30. Susan in Georgia - July 3, 2017 11:12 am

    Beautiful. Inspiring. Everyone should have a love like yours and Jamie’s.
    God bless you every day for bringing blessings into our daily lives with your stories.

  31. Kathleen - July 3, 2017 12:24 pm

    I smile from your writings … thank you

  32. Barbara Nelle Ewell - July 3, 2017 3:05 pm

    Tell Jamie I love her too. And you. I really do.

  33. Kathy Lane - July 3, 2017 11:41 pm


  34. Sandra Van Dam - July 4, 2017 3:33 am

    Awww. Happy for you!

  35. Steve Baccus - July 4, 2017 6:46 pm

    That’s the good stuff of life right there, brother. Keep on keeping on, Sean.

  36. Janet Mary Lee - July 5, 2017 4:45 pm

    Best-est story!! Keep her forever!!!

  37. Dora - July 9, 2017 1:21 am

    I used to have a man that loved me like that and I loved him like that as well. Your stories bring back good memories.


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