How did you meet your spouse?

We met in high school. At the time, we were dating other people, so we weren't really "high school sweethearts". He seemed like a nice enough boy, but I had my eye on someone else (silly me!). The school year went on, and I'm sure I saw my future husband from time to time, but it wasn't like a fairy tale. It wasn't like, BAM! "I'm gonna marry that guy some day!" But, when my friend Laura asked me to go with her to his graduation party, I said yes.

The bits and pieces from that party I remember: His family had moved the dining room table against the wall to accommodate the buffet-style food, and I bumped my head on the hanging lamp a half-dozen times. I remember his dad, a tall, imposing figure, but, so friendly and welcoming. And I remember, when it was time for Laura and I to leave, we talked with my husband-to-be. He said he had enlisted in the Army, and was leaving in just a few weeks. I gave him my address when he said he was looking for people to write with.

He wrote, and I wrote back. Over and over. Again and again. It became regular enough that the mailman (you could call them that back then) would ring the doorbell when one of his letters came. We learned so much about each other through those letters. We learned more than I realized at the time.

Twenty-six years later, I look back at who we were then, and I know we are two completely different people. And, I know if we had spent that time without each other, we wouldn't be the same, either. For better or worse, he has impacted who I have become, and I have impacted him, as well. (I think it's been for the better!)

But, this is supposed to be about how we met, and I guess I've covered that!