Thanks so much to all of you who participated in the blog post last week when I asked, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
Your answers ranged from “no, it takes time to grow in love” to “attraction at first sight, yes, but not love at first sight.”
For the most part, we think the idea of love at first sight is romantic but not realistic.
The day that I met my husband, I was 16 and very much not into boys. I had just gotten my driver’s license and was preparing to go a on short term mission’s trip. We had a small family farm and I was really into the farm life. I milked our dairy cow every day and I was working part time for the general store in our teeny tiny town.
This was normal life for me. I was responsible and focused. I only had a couple months left in high school. I was homeschooled and determined to graduate as soon as possible. In Texas, I couldn’t legally graduate until I turned 17, so I did all of my work and had every thing done and waited until my 17th birthday in January 1997 to send in my last paper.
The day was August 12, 1996. My family was on “vacation” to Virginia. I use the word “vacation” lightly because in reality we were headed to a farm to learn how to butcher chickens. Isn’t that what most folks do during their time off?
Well, it felt normal to me.
We arrived at Polyface Farm mid-afternoon and proceeded to make our way to the Salatin house. This memory is forever etched in my brain. It was one of the most powerful moments of my life. I remember walking into the house and being introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Salatin and Rachel and then HE walked down the stairs.
Actually it was more like a gallop with thundering steps, but I digress.
HE flashed a pearly white smile and said, “Howdy! I’m Daniel.”
Time stood still.
I made eye contact.
HE was THE ONE.
My mouth still gets dry thinking about it and I have to rub my chin where it hit the floor in a thump. It was almost as though lightning struck my heart and it sizzled and stuttered. In reality only seconds passed and no one noticed anything amiss. (for which I am very grateful) However as for me, I was changed forever. The no nonsense girl with a clear goal in mind had just had her world turn on end. HE was the first boy I’d ever “noticed”.
Was it love at first sight?
Did I think it was love at first sight?
At the time, yes. Most definitely.
During the years that followed, I developed a friendship with HIM and learned about his personality and quirks. And then I finally fell in love. True love. The kind that doesn’t go away. The kind that holds fast through thick and thin. The kind that takes work and is a conscious decision to nurture every day.
To show you how convinced I was that HE was it, let me remind you that I lived in Texas and he lived in Virginia. We did not see each other very often. In fact, when we married, we had seen each other so seldom, we were able to count the days from the moment we met to the moment of our wedding.
We wrote letters and I-M’ed (instant messaged) and talked on the phone. These were the days before unlimited long distance. Whew! You talk about phone bills! I think that he only proposed so that he could afford to keep living.
No, seriously though. The long distance relationship was good. I think that in many ways we knew each other better than most people who are neighbors do. You see, all that time we spent in email and on the phone, we had to talk. We couldn’t just sit and hold hands. We communicated.
Now, here we are, getting ready to celebrate our ten year anniversary and I can honestly say that I grow more and more in love with my husband every day.
If you have a husband, what’s your story? (if you don’t want to share it ALL here, will you share it on your blog and link back to me?”
If you don’t have a husband and are still happily single, what are your goals and plans in life? Are you content with where you are?