My Love Story
About twenty-two years ago, a stocky dark-haired man asked me if I wanted to get ice cream.
"Sure, I love ice cream!" I giggled.
A few hours later, he drove up to my dorm in his little blue Ford Aspire with the windows down. I hopped in and immediately felt my shorts soak.
"Umm...your seat is wet," I said.
"Yeah, it rained last night and I forgot to close my windows. Good thing you dried it for me:)," he teased and smiled.
Laughing continued as we shared stories and licked our vanilla cones at Dairy Queen.
Later I called my mom and told her about the guy that laughed-all-the-time. She smiled and said, "Sounds like you like him."
We started dating and our love blossomed.
About a year later he invited me to the Botanical Garden where he knelt on one knee and asked me to be his bride. I squealed as he placed the shiny ring on my finger.
Our love story began on September 2, 2000.
Some chapters are mushy and others messy, but love binds them all together.
"Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies." 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 MSG
Fast-forward to the present, our love story is still being written.
Some pages, I feel, should be repeated while other ripped out, but then our story wouldn't be complete. God weaves the good and the bad together for His glory.
Now my gray-haired husband picks me up in our gray mini-van with the windows up:) And we still enjoy ice cream.
How about you? Do you have a love story you want to share?