I vividly remember the first time I encountered Tony’s feet. We had barely been dating a month. One night we were sitting next to each other on the couch at his house watching a movie, and he had taken his shoes and socks off. All the sudden, I felt him nudge his feet up under my leg.
Mind you, he had yet to make a move on me otherwise, no hand-holding, no arm around me, nothing other than that awkward Christian side hug at the end of our dates. He was such the gentleman, and I respected him so much for that.
Apparently feet did not count. My face informed him otherwise. I reassured him that I liked him, I did not like feet. Period.
Yet, I grew to love those feet. I learned that one of the ways to love him was to allow him to put his often ice-cold feet under my legs to warm them.
I’ll never forget the day he washed mine.
It was the afternoon of our wedding rehearsal & dinner. I had spent the day with all my best girlfriends, having a blast. I received a call from him to plan to be at the rehearsal 30 minutes early.
Early? I’ve never been early a day in my life; I was already behind, entertaining friends, finishing up last minute honeymoon packing. I didn’t have time to be early.
He asked me to trust him that it’d be well worth it.
When I arrived, my soon-to-be husband was nowhere in sight. Instead I was met by our sweet wedding coordinator who ushered me inside the old Southern home where we were married and into a private room. Tony was there waiting for me, a basin of water and a towel on the floor.
He gave me a beautiful flower and proceeded to read the verses in Scripture where Jesus washed the disciples feet and challenges them to do likewise. Tony said to me, “Melissa, this is to symbolize how I want to serve you all the days of our marriage.” Then he knelt down and washed my feet.
I can honestly say that he spent the rest of his days from that moment forward (and many more before that day) serving me with such selfless love and sacrifice. He washed my feet daily in more ways I could ask or imagine.
I am forever grateful.