As I was driving the other day, I started thinking about love; how people meet, where people meet, how long it takes, how fast it happens; how long it lasts. Being in love. In this world, the word relationship and love mean different things to different people. As I was passing a coffee shop, I noticed a couple walking out together but with plenty of space in between them. This told me that things were fresh and it might have even been a first date. They were walking away and then I saw her turn facing him saying something else. It was sweet. I could tell, even from far away, that they had some sort of chemistry.
My love happened very young and quick, I just knew, even at 17. It was a blind date set up by our friends. I was a junior, he was a senior. Two different schools miles apart. I needed a prom date and he was a gentleman. He went to the Tulip Festival in Pella and walked and talked, getting to know eachother. After a dozen more dates as “friends”, I knew I wanted more. He was shy. VERY shy. I called him and asked we were friends or more. We both agreed we wanted more. So, that was that, we were offcial. 3 years & 2 days later, on a warm Spring night, we were married. Almost 2 years later, I’ve never looked back. I’m in love.
But I forget, its not like this with everyone. For many people they have been in love multiple times. Love stories are so amazing & I love to hear about what has brought two people together. One of the best parts about my job is hearing about all the stories about love & when it all began. Seeing their eyes light up as they each recall the moment when it happend. I’m in love with love.
What’s your love story?