In the Pursuit of Love

So, the single romantic twenty-somethings have one question swimming around their heads. "Will I know the one?" It’s a constant refrain.  There are people who pray for their future partners. Others who are on the lookout for their soul mates. A guy I know professes that marriage is a business arrangement yet every time he meets a girl, he’s sure that she’s the next Mrs. G.

I wish this post was on how to know “the one.” That would be a handy piece of advice to offer. But even more than great advice, I love a good story. So when I heard the story of love across state lines, I figured it’d be a nice one to share. Happy Anniversary Mel.

My husband and I were high school sweethearts. And during that time my mom was battling stage four cancer. And so we ended up being split apart before we could even break up with each other. And we moved away, my family and I. And my mom ended up passing away, when I was sixteen (from cancer). And I, kinda just went on a drifting adventure of life. And in the meantime, during that adventure, my husband now, was looking everywhere for me. He had flown to different colleges that I was going to. And he just kept barely missing me. And so, it had been about ten years since we had last seen one another and he found me on myspace. And after that, it only took two weeks and I knew it was the right thing and we were married and we’ll be married four years on December 16^th.  Here in a couple weeks.  And we have two beautiful little boys, who are two and one. We’re really happy.  We’re not the most romantic couple…we like fishing, and camping. And that’s our great love story.

Better Boyfriend 101 (Cont'd)

The MoTheThird School of Love is back in session. 

It's our privilege, class, to have a guest lecture and case study of sorts. Today we’ll feature the story of a young man who pays attention like very few men I’ve ever known. In this one story, he successfully incorporated elements I, II, III, and X, from our first class, which was a basic primer for Boyfriends who wish to take a step toward exceptional. And I’m sure that if I had included an VIII on my original list, he would have done that one too.

My dear friend Tess, an art teacher with whom I went to school, has been seeing Brandon, a nice enough young man (even though they’re never really good enough for your “dear friends”), for something like three years. Living in the hills of central Pennsylvania (a redundancy I know), they were prone to picturesque walks. On one such walk, along a trail, Tess sees another classmate of ours Greg, a fellow artist, “What a crazy coincidence,” she asserts.
“Not at all,” Brandon replied. “I asked Greg here, to paint a portrait of us in the park.”

So, they set up in a cute little hand holding pose, and Greg gets to work sketch, sketch, sketch, paint, paint, paint. Bam! Done. He turns the painting around for the subjects to admire.
“Wow, this is incredible. Brandon, this was so thoughtful. Wait…I don’t have a ring?” Greg takes the painting. And Brandon takes a knee, and asks Tess to be his… forever.

O.K. Just maybe, he’s good enough for my dear friend.
I’d say that he understands that God is in the details.
Do you?

Homework? Tell me your story.
Class Dismissed!

 Photo by: Ashley-Danielle