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white trees, which made the place look like a winter wonderland. Since Willie and I were both born and raised in the West Monroe area, lots of family and friends came to our wedding—about eight hundred of them. It was such a happy time. And it was enough of a big deal to Phil that he wore his dress-up clothes: corduroy pants and a button-down shirt!
    A DVENTUROUS B EGINNINGS
    Willie did end up moving to Searcy, Arkansas, with me. In fact, we moved the day after we got married and settled into a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Not long after that, with my parents’ help, we bought a very small house where we lived while going to school at Harding. We were on a super-tight budget, and some of our biggest fights happened at the grocery store when we had a few extra dollars and I wanted to buy a People magazine while Willie wanted to buy baseball cards. We certainly could not afford both.
    One of the great opportunities Willie and I had during college was the chance to spend a summer in Florence, Italy. This was part of a study-abroad program, and we were so excited. We had never been away from home together until we took that trip. As Imentioned, we moved to Arkansas immediately after our wedding, so we did not take a honeymoon trip. My parents did take us to Hawaii the following summer, and we all had a wonderful time, but it was more of a family vacation than a romantic getaway.
    Willie and I had all kinds of new and exciting experiences in Italy. We wanted to see Europe, but we did not have money for hotel rooms, so we traveled by train at night from one country to another. We boarded the train in one country, went to sleep, and woke up somewhere else. We had all kinds of adventures in Italy and in various other European countries. We were glad to get home when we returned to the States that fall, but we were also happy and grateful for all the fun we had and for everything we learned while we were away.
    I was born into a wonderful, godly family, and I am so blessed to have also become a Robertson. Phil was exactly right when he told me many years ago that Willie would make a good husband. Willie’s a great husband and father, and I am so glad I married him. I love being his wife, and I love being part of such a fun and loving family—but I still find myself surprised at times when Phil and Kay talk as openly as they do about their honeymooning!

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    FANCY MEETING YOU HERE
    Jessica
    I first met the man I married at a hair salon. I was going out the door; Jep was going in—for a haircut. Seriously. Nowadays, most of the Robertson men don’t get haircuts, but Jep did back then. When our paths crossed that day, we said nothing more than “hi” to each other, just one word.
    Jep and I both grew up in West Monroe, Louisiana, and he is two years older than I am. We went to different high schools, but because we lived in a close community, we had heard about each other. He knew who I was, and I knew who he was—and I thought he had a cool name. I had heard good things about him, including, “He’s a dream.” When our paths crossed at the hair salon and we simply said hello, I had no way of knowing the hairdresser would tell Jep all about me as she cut his hair that day. Both of us had gone to her for years, so she knew us pretty well, and she said really nice things about me to Jep. In fact, she takes credit for getting ustogether! After we were married I found out that when he left the hair salon that day, he went home and told his best friend, “I just met the girl I’m going to marry.”
    “What’s her name?” his friend asked.
    “Jessica,” Jep responded. He only knew this because the hairdresser had told him.
    “Jessica who?” his friend asked. “What’s her last name?”
    “I don’t know,” Jep admitted.
    I love the fact that Jep knew he would marry me after only seeing me once. Maybe he did not know my last name, but the next time he saw me, he made sure to find out a little more about me.
    W HAT E