I saw my beautiful wife on my first day at college in the dining center waiting to find out what job I would have for the year. She was working on refilling milk. It was love at first sight.
I actually met her for the first time a day or two later in one of the many lines that incoming freshmen have to stand in to get at the start of college. We were in the same line. She was a "V" and I was a "Y".
From then on I went out of my way to be around her, to run into her in the hall, to sit next to her in class. I soon discovered that she lived on the same floor as a friend of mine from high school, just a couple doors down in fact and outside her window was the sand volleyball court. I played more volleyball that fall than I ever have in my life.
After many "chance" meetings, I asked her out on a date. A movie and dessert. I am not sure where I came up with the money for this date but it had to happen. We saw 'Batman' and had dessert at Baker's Square. The irony was that I had dessert and she had a Coke. I don't care for dessert and she doesn't drink pop.
There were many late nights on the bridge counting paddidles (and me hoping to collect). There were many tense moments when we thought maybe our love had failed. There were many tears and mascara stained pillowcases.
There were also many joys and memories that made our love impossible to abandon. Love notes in each others PO's. Deep conversations in the Prayer Chapel. Romantic moments (and broken glasses) in the Biofeedback room. It wasn't just love at first site. It was love.
Three years later, I asked her to marry me (after asking for permission and thinking I gave myself an ulcer in the process. But I digress...). A year later we were married on the nicest day of the rainiest summer ever. The sky's were bright and blue. Her dress was beautiful. We couldn't wait to start the rest of our lives together. We were in love.
We are in love, forever and always, till death do us part (for a little while:).