When does true love begin? At first sight? With little acts of service and sacrifice? Read about midlife blogger Lois Alter Mark from Midlife at the Oasis look back at her happy, long-term marriage and the first time she saw her husband.
When Friday came, my friend and I headed over to meet the guy who was driving. A couple of other guys were also coming and, although I honestly can’t remember which friend I went with or who drove, I can vividly picture Michael walking toward the car. He had longish blond hair and was wearing a green military-looking jacket. I had never seen him before but the thought flitted through my mind with absolute clarity, “I’m going to marry him.” It was so natural and matter-of-fact, though – there were no fireworks or heart palpitations – that I didn’t even think twice about it.
We all introduced ourselves. Michael got in the front seat with the driver, and the rest of us settled into the back seat for the four hour drive. A couple of hours into the trip, we were all sleeping when I felt something in my hair. I started swatting at my head and screaming like, well, a girl. We’re lucky I didn’t give the driver a heart attack.
Michael jumped out of his sleep, turned around and took care of it. (Little did he know, he would do this many more times in the future.) I thought itmust be a horrifying bat or some kind of disgusting crawly varmint or a giant bee that was going to sting me.
It was a moth.
After some apologetic laughter (mine) and some tolerant smiling (his), we pretty much ignored each other for the rest of the trip. I didn’t think about him again until we got back to school and discovered we were in the same literature class. He asked me if he could borrow the Monarch Notes (no comments, please!) I was holding for whatever book we were reading at the time and, when he returned them, he asked me to go to the pub with him. This happened a number of times because he kept borrowing my Monarch Notes and I kept turning down his invitations. I really thought he just felt obligated and was trying to be nice.
When I finally said “yes,” the whole world changed. Michael became my best friend, my lover and, just as the deepest part of me always knew would happen, my husband.
Over the past 35 years, Michael has taken care of lots of things for me, including a rat our Newfoundland brought home and a rattlesnake coiled in our backyard. He even called the landlord of our first apartment at midnight when I was convinced I saw a mouse scamper across the floor.
There’s one creature, though, that’s definitely off limits, and Michael actually wrote a beautiful poem about it. In it, he talks about “Cupid disguised as a moth.”
Thankfully, neither of us needed Monarch Notes to understand that symbolism.
Lexie Lane
Wednesday 30th of April 2014
I love good love stories! Oh! Melts my heart!
Danielle @ We Have It All
Wednesday 30th of April 2014
Aww, I love this. Very cute story, thanks for sharing.
Debi@ The Spring Mount 6 Pack
Wednesday 30th of April 2014
That is cute. I always love hearing how people met
Sandra
Tuesday 29th of April 2014
What a perfect picture, for a great post. xo
Amy Desrosiers
Tuesday 29th of April 2014
This is such a cute story! I love reading about how people first met their soul mates!