One of my favorite parts when meeting a new couple is hearing their love story. Each one is so unique. I realized a few weeks ago that I ask couples to tell the story of how they met and fell in love, but I have never told mine!
My story with Mike began in college when I was a freshman and he was a junior. He and his friend, Andy, planned to cycle the state of Florida during spring break, but they needed someone to drive their car from point A to point B . My friend, Becky, was dating Andy so it made sense for the four of us to go! Each day the boys biked and Becky and I took our time in the car, stopping at beaches and antique malls before meeting the boys at the day’s final destination. I formally met Mike before the trip, knowing we would be spending the week together. Although we had a very platonic relationship that week, it was a great time, and I certainly knew I enjoyed spending time with him. During the trip, he was hoping for a spring fling, but I wanted nothing to do with that! Of course, when we returned I had a crush on him, but he had quickly moved on!
We were friends for the rest of college– not great friends, but we had a lot of mutual friends in common. I didn’t call him “Mike.” He was “Falder–” a.k.a., just another one of the guys. After college, we saw each other a few times at weddings, but it wasn’t until a houseboat trip with mutual friends four years post college that he professed his interest in me. My first response? “That freaks me out.”
It didn’t take long for me to change my tune– as in 24 hours later 🙂 We lived in different states and decided after the houseboat weekend that we weren’t exactly a COUPLE, but we also promised we wouldn’t date anyone else. That was Labor Day weekend. In October I bought a journal for Mike, “my future husband,” knowing this was the man I was going to marry. I remember telling a friend I was going to marry him. “Do you love him?” she asked. “Not yet, but I will,” I replied. 🙂
We were engaged two months later on December 27 and married the following July.
That was 18 years ago.
I say it often, but I really believe this:
You want a marriage more beautiful than your wedding. No, my marriage isn’t always beautiful, but even when we don’t like each other, we’ve made a commitment– a commitment to love, to communicate, to never leave, to put each other first, and to forsake all others until death do us part.
I so thankful for this man and the life we have.
Time flies when you’re having fun.