We were young, although not as young as many. There was some seasoning in our years. But we still foolishly believed the lines of the Captain and Tennille’s hit song of the 70s, Love Will Keep Us Together.
Never mind that both of us came from broken marriages. Never mind that both our families were quite dysfunctional in different ways as we grew up. Never mind that I was married at 17 for less than a year, before I graduated high school. Never mind that I was an agnostic Jew, and you were a lapsed Catholic. Never mind that you adored baseball and I didn’t. Never mind that you had major tactile issues with sand at the beach, my absolute favorite place in the world.
You hailed from that larger-than-most small town of Sacramento—a redhead with freckles no less. Meeting you long ago in Jack Segal’s evening extension class on songwriting at California State University Northridge it seemed all your songs were a little bit country. And I was a whole lot of blues—in more ways than one. You believed in happy endings and I thought they had practically gone extinct. You were still naively hoping to write a song Bobby Sherman would record to kick-start your career as a famous songwriter in L.A. And I was writing a somewhat cynical little musical called (and I kid you not) “In Search of Prince Charming.
Do you remember how one night during a break in class I asked you if you might want to have coffee with me, though I didn’t drink a drop at the time?
We were the cream of the crop in Jack’s class, especially you, who Jack favored in his own peculiar way by doing an impression of John Houseman reading your lyrics in humiliating fashion.
Do you remember how one night during a break in class I asked you if you might want to have coffee with me, though I didn’t drink a drop at the time? We each were impressed with the other’s songs, but I was the odd girl on the side of the room, next to the wall, who wore suspenders and purple pants.
You were always infinitely more personable and accessible. Even so, we eventually wound up at a nearby Tiny Naylor’s (a local coffee shop chain chain that has since gone the way of the dinosaurs) eating dessert and talking our brains out until 5 in the morning. So we ordered breakfast. It was a small, but auspicious beginning.
I had never collaborated with anyone before to write songs. You were an experienced and confirmed lyricist who knew next to nothing about music. It was an interesting dance we did as we worked on words and melody together, each coming from very different points of view. But it was the final episode of M*A*S*H* that brought us together in a kiss. The sweet and the sad. After that, we continued to collaborate. But not so much on paper.
It was Jesus who separated us, quite painfully for a time, and then ultimately brought us back together in a more solid and committed way. We were married in the shelter of my mom’s little teahouse in the backyard, on the side of the hill with 160 pairs of eyes watching. It was your idea, of course, to have us each write a song for the other, and keep it secret until the wedding. I was very surprised when you sang the words:
It’s quite an honor to be an O’Connor
Sing it out long and out loud.
It’s quite an honor to be an O’Connor
You must be SO very proud.
©Copyright 1987 Michael O’Connor
Our marriage must be, in some small way, a testimony to God’s grace. We carried so much childhood emotional baggage into our beginning years, it was a miracle we somehow survived each other. And, as if it weren’t entirely enough for each of us to sort the other one out, along came lovely Dusty Rose, beautiful Bonnie Joy, and the enigmatic Shannon Leigh. Add to that a call to ministry that surfaced very soon after Dusty entered our sphere of influence and began to rock our world, No one can even begin to imagine how entirely improbable (impossible?) it was that God would call us to minister to others.
I remember when Bonnie Joy was diagnosed with autism, just after her 3rd birthday, I read the stats for married couples with a special needs child. 87% ended in divorce. I wondered if we would ever had a chance.
Neither of us could believe when I got pregnant a final time at the tender age of 44 (me) and 46 (you) with Shannon. And it was at that point that you realized you needed some help beyond your own abilities.
I will always have the utmost admiration and respect for you because of that realization, and that you acted on it. I remember wanting to point to many of the men I knew at church and say, “If Michael can do this, you can too!!” It was a huge step forward toward healing for us both.
You weave words like some people knit fine garments
We were in marriage counseling for 13 years. Sometimes I felt a little like a Woody Allen character, wondering if we would be in therapy forever. But Charlotte Smith was totally God’s provision for us.
You are every bit as gifted as I am, Michael. And more. You have the soul of a comic poet—funny and painful at the same time, with an occasional touch of the raucous nature I try to keep (unsuccessfully) at bay. You weave words like some people knit fine garments.
When we originally started out on the road together as a family, we homeschooled Dusty and thought we’d do the same with Bonnie. But Bonnie’s diagnosis made that impossible. We spent time soul searching, praying, wondering whether we should continue IPM or not. And when we both felt we weren’t done yet, you stepped down to serve. Not perfectly for sure—very humanly indeed.
Nevertheless, you stepped up to the plate and sacrificed. While I went out to share our songs and stories all over the world you stayed back with Dusty, Bonnie, and Shannon.
Today, May 2, 2021 we celebrate 34 years together.
Today, May 2, 2021 we celebrate 34 years together.
It wasn’t an easy call for someone who naturally did better in the limelight than I ever did. But in your choice there was much revelation, pain, and ultimately, healing.
Today, May 2, 2021 we celebrate 34 years together. I can truly say Michael, you are incredibly thoughtful toward me and the girls. You are much more tender-hearted than I probably ever will be in this life. And you have grown so much as a father toward our daughters. You did a very courageous thing a year or more back with the girls when you disclosed some very difficult moments of your childhood so they might better understand where you came from.
I still remember when we were first dating and you told me only a little bit about your past. I, who was over-analyzing why a fly might land on one window pane instead of another, needed to know if you understood how it all affected you. And your answer at the time was simply, “I will never do what they did.”
It was our girls who helped you realize it wasn’t quite that easy. But I believe it was your willingness to be humbled and get help which ultimately changed the course of our marriage, allowing us to recommit as we did 4 years ago in July, and to celebrate today.
It hasn’t been an easy road by any means… but it has most definitely been worth it. I wouldn’t trade all that we have shared for anyone else’s story.
And you know what, Michael Francis?
It IS quite an honor to be an O’Connor.
Thank you, Sally for sharing a part of your lives. I am moved with compassion and awe of how our God ochestraed the coming of your lives. Thank you O’connor’s for sharing your love and faith with the world.
Samuel Walker says
What a beautiful and lovely message.
God is an awesome matchmaker
” it’s a match!”
Quite lovely. It IS a miracle that you stayed together and that any of us stay together. Happy Anniversary!
Jean Pergande says
MAY YOU HAVE A BLESSED AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND MANY MORE FRUITFUL YEARS TOGETHER. You are a beautiful couple and God’s gift to each other.
Pax et Bonum
Donna Lee Mayo says
Happy Anniversary friends. Once again thanks for your transparency, it gives hope to others. Love all y’all.
Mary Mangin says
Thank you for sharing your beautiful love story. Your faith is so very inspiring.
I enjoy your blogs and look forward to reading them.
Shelley Evans says
Happy & blessed anniversary to two very improbable people who with God have proven it is truly possible.
God’s continued blessings ~ Shelley Evans
Hannah Lynn Musap says
“It is no secret, what GOD can do. What He’s done for others, He’ll do for you. With arms wide open, He’ll welcome you (and you, and you). It is no secret what GOD can do.” GOD is amazing, as are both of you. I feel blessed to have been in your lives since 2009. Hannah Lynn
Rebbetzin Kelly Anne Dinnerman says
As we are taught…ALL things work TOGETHER for GOOD for those who CHOOSE Yah’s WAY. The extraordinary power and beauty that HE dispenses through you both as a couple and as a family is a testament to that truth.
There is a custom, I believe in Japan(not 100% certain) that whenever a “perfect” beautiful ceramic vessel becomes cracked and damaged, the vessel is not discarded. Instead, the cracked or leaky spot is restored with gold! The idea is that the gold -with each crack and flaw over time-actually ADDS beauty while restoring and retaining the vessel’s function.
Have a blessed anniversary as you celebrate all the gold from Heaven that has made your union a more beautiful and more powerful vessel of LOVE!
Joe andFrancesca Canzano says
I never get tired of hearing your story! Always a new jewel gets unearthed. Joe and I wish you many more years to celebrate….And Sally–Happy Mother’s Day Today!! Like you, each of our 3 daughters now live in a different state (More places to vacation!).