Love stories have existed for a millennia.
Cleopatra and Marc Antony.
Elizabeth and Darcy.
Napoleon and Josephine.
Tristan and Isolde.
Edward VII and Wallis Simpson.
LBut I'd like to share one you probably don't know.
Sixteen years ago, a boy and a girl who had only recently started dating celebrated their first Valentine's Day together. It was low key, little fanfare as far as gifts went. It was early in the relationship, and both were hesitant to show just how much they were feeling so soon.
But the boy took a chance.
He bought the girl a special necklace, accompanying it with a photo album to detail their journey together. The next day, the boy and girl attended a college military ball, full of shiny pins on uniforms, flowy dresses, handshakes, and spins on the dance floor. A special photo from that night became the cover.

Over the years, they slid memories into that album, never knowing how long they would be together. At first, the photos included plane ticket stubs from spring break, pictures of birthday celebrations, love letters, and special moments, both together and apart. It grew to hold new homes, travel memories, and the births of three children. The years together and the time spent apart hadn't lessened their love.
Sixteen years later, the girl still wears the necklace around her neck more days than not, with the additions of a Welsh love spoon and an affirmation for the hard times.
That first Hallmark holiday is one of my favorite moments in my time with my husband. It's a relationships that has been test with time apart, deployments to war zones, hectic schedules, many life changes (moves, children, advanced degrees), but the one constant is that we have continued to reach for each other through it all.
And while the days of deployment and separation are long, the years are short. And soon enough, my Valentine will be back in the same space with me.
Комментарии