This was a very special Christmas Day in our family. Chad joined us, but then he and Robin left on some fictitious errand. He took her to the pecan trees near the big barn under some pretext that escapes me now. I should have been taking notes.
Maybe he told her that Wayne wanted him to fetch something out of the barn. At any rate, he pretended to notice something under one of the trees and convinced her that they should go check on it. What she found was a large gift wrapped (I think) box which Chad encouraged her to look into. Inside was a kennel holding a black dachshund puppy. Naturally, Robin was thrilled to tears, having suffered the loss of 6 year old Spooner earlier in the year. The puppy, eventually named Rowdy, was wearing a collar upon which Chad had threaded an exquisite diamond engagement ring. He had to call her attention to the ring, which had gone unnoticed in the excitement of finding the puppy. I'm sure there were more tears and then they made their way to our house for our Christmas morning activities...gift opening and dinner...and this year much excitement over the engagement. And that, children, is the beginning of the story about this branch of the Hensley family.
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