Part One | Part Two |Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six By Christmas of our first year of college, John had moved back home and I had moved out of the dorms and found an apartment with a friend.  We were both working, both going to school, and we now...
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Our Love Story: Graduation and College ————— The stress over school came to a head one grey fall day.   I remember standing at the edge of the river near our dorm, watching leaves float down the river and wondering if it was really going to work between us.  John and I were arguing again. He was...
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It wasn’t until February that we finally danced together, to songs by Journey and Loverboy and Chicago. It felt natural to be together by then. We weren’t surprised at all that when prom rolled around we were still together. We had an easy familiarity with each other, and in our heads we...
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I’ve been so much enjoying reading all the love stories this month. Not everyone’s path has been smooth, or easy, or picture-perfect. And yet in came love, redeeming past mistakes and past unhappiness, and pulling us forward into a place of hope. I think hope is part of what makes us love a...
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One of the things that my previous not-so-great boyfriend left me with was an extreme passion for skiing. His dad had been a ski instructor, and we’d logged a lot of time on the slopes the previous year. I loved skiing so much that during the fall of my senior year...
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Part One: First Sight Part Two: The guy in math class Part Three: First Date ——————— A day or two after our first date, John called. He said his mom had asked him to run some Christmas presents to his extended family who lived around town. He asked me if I wanted to go Santa Clausing...
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My hubby added another installment to his version of how we met.
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Part One: First Sight Part Two: The guy in math class ——————— We stopped on the landing of the stairs, not upstairs or down, in a swirl of people with places to go. I was half expecting John to chat me up a bit, maybe ask me about another math problem. Instead… “I was wondering if...
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During the summer between my junior and senior years I worked at my uncle’s car wash. The 85% male environment — and resultant male attention– bolstered my shaken confidence.  By fall I was more sun-tanned and more confident than I’d been in awhile and ready to hit my senior year. ...
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Junior year of high school.  I was the new kid in town, grieving friends in other states, eager for a friend in this new town, but not happening upon one immediately. During our first few weeks at the new high school, my brother and I ate lunch together, grateful for someone, even a sibling, to...
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