I was 20...
He was 32...
As you can imagine, I thought I knew all there was to know at age 20. I had experienced a year and a half of college and learned WAY too many hard life lessons. And so I came back home and found a job at the airport for a company I had worked for the previous summer. I didn't really get to know Mr. M, though, until later in the year. He was a studly mechanic and I the young secretary.
Sounds like a love story in the making, huh.
Well, I was assisting the mechanics' boss one day and asked him if there were any other tasks he'd like me to complete before I returned to my office. He told me to ask Mr. M, so I did. Except I didn't....because I asked another mechanic who I thought was Mr. M. I had NO clue who he was. Oops. But this mechanic pointed me in Mr. M's direction and he outlined me on a task to complete. I listened, understood and headed back to the office to complete it.
I typed his name and title at the close, printed the document, and took it in to the hangar for him to proof and sign.
"You spelled my last name wrong," he said.
"Nuh uh! How do you spell it?" I asked.
"You added an extra e."
"Oh."
Who knew that in five years I'd be trading my own last name for the very surname which I had just misspelled?!?
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We dated three and half years before we got engaged and were married ten months later. It wasn't an easy courtship. I had a lot of growing up to do; he had a lot of softening to do. It took us the complete three and a half years before it was right.
And it is now. It's so right I know it with all of my heart. In the middle of our courtship I wondered why we didn't just get married then! But now I know. We both needed time. And now we have each other for good.
My number one goal is complete...and I love him more every day.
1 comment:
Aww...that's sweet. You are both blessed to have each other.
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