romantic

Somebody at our church was looking for romantic stories for Valentines day.

This is mine.

We were 6 when we first met. I did not like girls and let her know. She, however, maintains that she had this strange feeling that “this little jerk would be her husband some day.”

We met again when we were 15. Things had changed. She was pretty and I was impressed (and scared).

Once when we were skating in the old Gem State Academy gym (GSA was across the street from the current church) she asked me to skate with her.

It was more interesting than that actually. I was sitting next to the school “heart throb” the consummate jock and a real good guy. She wanted to ask him to skate with her, but when she got up close she chickened out and asked me. (I have thanked him for his unconscious help in that bait and switch)

I touched her hand (we had an elaborate way of holding hands which minimized potential body contact) and I was seriously impressed. By the time the skate was over I was in love.

That was a long time ago. General Dwight Eisenhower had just become the 34th US president.

In June we will have our 55th wedding anniversary.