Our Love Story
When I was a chubby third-grader, my parents drug me to some picnic. You know, the lame ones your parents insist you attend. I didn’t want to go. Better options were out there. But, then again, there was a lake. At least I could throw rocks and could collect snails.
Turns out, a young blonde, blue-eyed boy from the other side of the state had the same experience. Dragged to the picnic. Too young to stay home. Too old for the event to be cool.
So. There we sat.
Eating cheeseburgers, pickles, Grandma’s salads, potato chips, and delicious blue-ribbon brownies. And we drank orange Crush pop.
I will never forget the taste of that Crush. It’s still one of my guilty pleasures.
Elementary turned to junior high. And those awkward years turned to high school. And soon, both of those young kids were in their last year of college.
More pickles and chips and a caffeine-free Diet Pepsi.
And a different picnic bench.
But, the same Crush.
His smile was the brightest and biggest I had ever seen.
And a heart to match.
And over the next few months, we ate more cheeseburgers.
Just the two of us.
We had a few picnics in the park.
And decided that if we spent a lifetime together, it might not be long enough to share all that we wanted to share.
And we fell in love.
And I knew it was the love I waited my entire life to meet.
And… that is
Our love story.
It’s pretty beautiful how it all happened, actually.
Full of blessings. Blessed beyond blessed.
Twenty years of marriage.
A house to call home.
We’ve learned life is not always a picnic in the park.
Life is certainly not perfect. I know our marriage isn’t.
I’ve made some bad mistakes.
He has too.
But, at the end of the day, we stay on one bench.
We’re devoted to one another.
There have been bad times, but many, many more good times.
We’ve learned to appreciate our differences.
And when times are tough, we’re learned to cling to hope. To Him.
And every day, we renew our commitment to each other.
And, we thank God for the gift of each other and the joy of loving, and to be loved.