My love story!
We met years before I ever remember him. It seems like he gradually came into my life, and then suddenly he was there, integrated, and had been there for ages. He was four years younger than I was, and so the husband-hunting section of my brain didn’t even register him as an option.
He attended the youth group that I had graduated from and was volunteering with as a leader. Because he didn’t have a car, my family often picked him up and drove him home from church events. He spent the night on our couch, and I would sit up late at night with him and my siblings, talking about God and life and anything else that came to mind.
I grew to appreciate his perspective. I liked the way that his mind worked, and the conclusions he came to. I enjoyed the easy banter we had. I knew…
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