Well, I guess it's time for my story. It's been great reading everyone elses. So, here goes mine.
Twenty-one years ago (wow, that sounds like a long time) I was busy attending college. I was asked out on a group date which is where I first met my husband. No, he wasn't the one who asked my out on the date. It was a friend of his, a friend who I ended up dating for awhile. During this time I needed to find a new place to live. Things just weren't working out where I was. I didn't have a car, and I needed somewhere closer to the college. I found out that my future mother-in-law rented rooms in her house to college students. She had an opening, so I soon moved in to her upstairs bedroom. So, as my husband tells everyone we lived together before we were married. Over the rest of that school year we became friends. We were both dating other people, but got to know each other as good friends. When my grandfather passed away he was the one that was there for me. We did a lot of things together with the group of us that lived in the house, and others that hung around. It was a fun year with a lot of wonderful memories. As the school year drew to an end my husband graduated and moved away from home to work with a friend in another town. I left to go home for the summer. At the end of the summer I returned to school to once again live with my future mother-in-law. One weekend he came home to visit. I found myself excited that he was coming home. He was my good friend and I wanted to see him again. The morning after he came home I woke up at 6:00 to go on my morning walk. He woke up and went with me. We had a fun time walking and talking. He took me on a different way home and as we crossed the canal I got stung by a yellow jacket. He promptly applied mud to my arm. Very romantic, huh? We spent the rest of the day together, ending the night going out for pizza and rootbeer. Mud, pizza, and root beer must be the potion for true love, because I began to fall in love with him. He left to go back to work, we wrote letters, talked on the phone, and went out whenever he could come home. In one of his letters he sort of asked me to marry him. So, I knew we would be married, it just took him a while to officially ask. On New Years Eve at 11:45 at the New Years dance, in the middle of the basket ball court he knelt down and proposed to me. Of course I said "Yes!" He was my best friend and I knew he was the love of my life. Five months later we were marriend. Here we are now having been married 20 years and he is still my best friend and the love of my life.
4 comments:
Okay, I will admit it. I am addicted to this blog thing. It is so neat getting to know the nieces and read about the little things that are happening in their lives. You have all become such wonderful wives and mothers.
I think that love at first sight and eternal friendship are often the same thing. Our spirit knows so much more than we do. Thanks for finding your man. He has been such a help to so many of us in the family along the way.
Love you both..
Great love story. Thanks for sharing it with us. It's been great catching up via the internet! Love to you!
Blogging addicts- we all are, Huh? I mean what better way to keep in touch and learn more about eachother!
Its good to know that you builta solid friendship first, I think that is one of the most important things to building a solid family. You have to be on the same side, you need to be as one, and best friends often are!
I like the part where he had them play the song, and whenever he used to give you roses, he would just tape a penny to the card. He was always such a big romantic. I remeber writing in my journal how when I grew up I wanted to marry a man that was a mix of Buck and Lamont. Funny!
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