As we wrap up our focus on love this month I thought it appropriate to finally share the story of the love of my life. It’s perfectly crazy hollywood style romantic comedy material, if I wanted to exgerate the fnny details. I won’t. It’s just an ordinary story of love, timing, and the amazing way God ensures we meet the people we need at the time (or times) we need them.
|Taken That Night|
Part V: The Boy on One Knee
After that New Years night our path never walked separately again.
It wasn’t a whirlwind and it wasn’t always perfect it was just epically ordinary love.
Fast forward (ever so slowly) to New Years Eve 2000. After ringing in 2000 in a completly boring way we bought tickets to see BB King at Chicago’s Union Station. It was sponsored by a local radio station, we were going to get dressed up, have drinks, listen to awesome music and it was going to be great!
Except it almost didn’t happen.
I was sick.
I had a terrible bronchitis and was literally coughing up a lung every few minutes. It was terrible. The boy repeatedly tried to get me to cancel and sell the tickets. Me being as stubborn as ever completely refused. So we got dolled up and headed downtown.
I remember being hot with fever, pounding head, burning chest and going through spells of dizziness due to coughing. Romantic huh?
It was almost midnight and we were in the crowd in front of the stage waiting for the countdown. I was looking around for the champagne, we were supposed to get a glass and everyone knows you can’t toast the new year without a glass. The boy was trying to be all romantic, talking about how special I was, how I have really changed his life and he is so happy that he went to that New Years Party.
I think I looked at him confused, like really dude? We’re going to get deep now, minutes before the countdown? I think I even yeah, yeah, yeahed him. I don’t know I wasn’t even really paying attention. Then I almost died.
Okay, that may be a bit dramatic. I start coughing, bad. The boy pulled me out of the crowd and sat me down at a bench at the far end of the station while I coughed up a lung and tried to regain composure. He wanted to take me to the emergency room and I was adament that I didn’t need it, I just needed water and time.
We sat on that bench and he held me as my lungs ratted and sputtered. Once I started to feel better he stood up and started talking fast...I don’t remember a word he said because I saw him pull out a box and get down on his knee and I just kind of went all jello like. Butterflies filled my body and I just lost it in a pile of tears and kisses.
Turns out I was right, I ad meet my husband and we had passed each other by. The time wasn’t right and God knew it. He put him in my path when I was vunerable and needed someone to take care of me and he brought him back in my path when we were both ready to grow up and put someone else first.
So it wasn’t love at first site.
But love at Fourth site jsut doesn’t have the same ring to it does it?
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