How I Met My Husband

Today is my 17th wedding anniversary. On July 20th, 1996 at 7:00 PM, I married David Padgett and went from being Amanda King to being Amanda Padgett.

When I was a teenager I dreamed of marrying an educated country boy and living in a big, old white house in the country. Why the “educated” part? I don’t know. Both my parents had masters degrees, so a higher education seemed like the standard.


For a long time that dream did not look like it would be fulfilled. I seldom had boyfriends in high school – actually only twice and for only a month each. I did not have a boyfriend all through college until the last year, when I dated two young men, Ken and then Bill. Neither were “the one.”

After breaking up with Bill I decided not to date for a while. Honestly, I was ready for some “me” time and not have to worry about accommodating someone else. One night in December I went to Bubba ‘n Bucks, a country-western club (yes, we actually met at a bar, as embarrassed as I am to admit that). I enjoyed western dancing and had many friends there whom I danced with for fun.

Standing back near the bar was this tall, thin, handsome man whom I had seen a few times before but did not know. I don’t remember if I walked up to him and started talking or vice versa, but some how we started conversing and after a while he asked me to dance.

I enjoyed talking and dancing with him, and was intrigued enough to continue standing near him so we could talk. Eventually I finally came to my senses, remembering that I was taking a break from dating – why was I continuing to flirt with this guy? I thanked him for the dances and left.

A few minutes later, when I was half-way to my car, I heard my name called and turned around. There was David, running to catch me. He asked if I would like to have dinner with him some time. I stared at him for about 10 seconds, really thinking if this was something I wanted to do. Finally, I said yes, I would like that very much.

We went on our first date about two weeks later and within two months I knew I was head-over-heels in love with him. I loved that he was smart, funny, hard working, clever, courageous, ambitious and more. He made my heart go a-flutter, as corny as that sounds.

I can’t say that we had a perfect road from first date to wedding date, because that is a story all on its own that I will tell another time.

As for the girlhood dream I shared above….I married a Citadel graduate who was raised on a farm. After marrying, we moved into the family farmhouse, which is big and white and old. Now, I’ll tell you some nightmares (think critters and money pit) come along with that combination, but my dream did come true!

I do want to show you, though, what precious gifts he gave me. Below is a picture taken after the birth of our last child, in October, 2005. Thank you, David. I love you!

David with all our babies



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    LaDonna says:

    Love this story Amanda. So sweet and like all marriages, it has its ups and downs. But aren’t the ups worth all the downs most of the time? Thank you for sharing!!

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