Happy Anniversary Lynn | Eastern North Carolina Now

   Thirty-four years ago today, this young man took a giant step toward improving his prospects for a good and purposeful life: I married Lynn Womble. After the highs, the lows, the four children, and our deepening friendship, I have no regrets. On our best days, I am certain that my lovely bride may also share that sentiment.

    Thirty-four years ago today, she was my young bride, and in her simple but elegant dress at our simple ceremony, she was the vision of absolute loveliness. While I may have been a bit overwhelmed by the enormity of this moment of marital embarkation, I knew I was the luckiest person living that day. What is remarkable after these 34 years, I still have that same stirring of contentment when I gaze upon my sweet Lynn.

   Sure Lynn is older, growing mature in her unique beauty, her sense of self; however, I still see her in my heart as my young blissful bride, as a young mother of adorable daughters, and then a son, and then our sweet third daughter - the veritable family mascot and everyone's favorite, which is her small cross to bear. I thank God for all of our days - most good, fewer bad.

   And moreover, I thank God, I met and married Lynn. I've always loved her, fiercely protected her, and she raised me, as well, into a serviceable man, with good intentions, and an outstanding work ethic.

   Everything I do, I do to make Lynn's world, and our children's a bit more secure, a more reasonable world, otherwise born by the accomplished ideas of lesser mortals. It is an unending task, possibly an unachievable and misunderstood one, but it is the quest I bear for Lynn, our children, and hopefully to the benefit of others' children as well as mine.

   Yes, I may well be Beaufort County's version of Don Quixote, tilting at terrible wind mills, impossible to mend or meld, but I do have my Dulcinea.

   My Dulcinea lends me the purpose for my strength, the will to commit to a better tomorrow for me and mine, and all like me and ours. My Lynn, my Dulcinea, is my muse to fund my strength of vision, and I thank God each day - well, almost each day - for our special day 34 years ago, May 27, 1978, when Lynn Womble became Lynn Deatherage, and William Stanhope Deatherage began his path into manhood.

A lovely bride: Lynn Womble before she became Lynn Deatherage in the spring of 1978: Above.


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