Just recently, I read a sappy romance, breaking away from my usual preferences. Oh my! It only reminded me how unrealistic they are and why I almost always steer clear. (If you enjoy the chills and thrills, that’s your choice. I am only stating my opinion. As I confessed, I actually read that one.)
My own story of romance should probably told in capital letters, but I’ll spare you.
I always had boyfriends. They were all Christians and gentlemen. From twelve years old on, I had friends who were boys. I began dating solo on my fifteenth birthday. My date was nice, but quickly I realized he wasn’t for me. Following him were a series of young men from my church. And then, I went to college.
I attended a Christian university, which only allowed very closely chaperoned dates. We could attend lunch, church, and some concerts and functions with young men. It was fun.
At the beginning of my second year of college, I was attending a soccer game with a married couple from my home church. I happened to notice a nice-looking guy in the pep band, who sometimes turned around and seemed to be looking at me. I asked the couple who he was, but they didn’t know his name.
A week later, my husband and I met in the weirdest of circumstances—and walked off into the sunset. Literally.
This happened almost forty-five years ago. We’ve been married more than forty-one of those, and our life has been an adventure. After we were married:
- He earned a master’s degree.
- We were on deputation for two years.
- Our home has been in Spain for 35 years and counting.
- We have two beautiful children, now grown and married to terrific spouses.
- Four cute grandchildren were born.
- We lived in three houses in the USA before coming to Spain, where we’ve lived in five different homes.
- We’ve traveled in several European countries and seen the airports—doubtful privilege—of a few more.
As a couple, we’ve experienced many joys, devastating sorrows, and have done lots of growing and changing. In some ways, forty-plus years of marriage has caused us to switch places. Our personalities have mellowed and morphed. Now, we just enjoy each day the Lord gives us and appreciate His blessings.
On this Valentine’s Day, fourty-four years from the one when my cute date first mentioned love to me, I am extra thankful for our unique and wonderful story.