Material found in banners above not endorsed by author of this site!Falling in Love As long as I can remember, I've wanted to meet a man, fall in love, get engaged and get married. I think it's every girls dream. Disney movies portray it as the "knight in shining armor" coming to sweep his true love off of her feet. For a long time this is what I wanted, this is what I craved. But I ever doubted it would happen that way. The world has become too cynical to believe in fairy tales.
But, I had a fairy tale come true in my life. And I wasn't even looking when it happened. When I graduated from high school, Joel was just a friend. Nothing more. When I went away to college, I assumed I would meet the man I would marry there (what girl doesn't think that?).
When I arrived at college for my freshman year, I did something that used to be quite normal for me...I wrote letters to all of my friends from home (I say normal, in that I have since ceased to write anything but email). That included Joel. But he didn't write me back. So I didn't write him again.....until.....
A letter arrived during the middle of the fall term of my sophomore year. "Joel?" I thought. Sure enough. He finally got around to writing me (he says that he lost my letter, then found it a year later...a likely story). We decided to get together when I came home for Christmas break.
So we did. One week before I was to go back to school for the spring semester. We went to eat at In N Out (he says he paid for me, but I know that he didn't), then out to see Tombstone (which is a good flick, by the way). After that we headed out to Cardiff by the Sea (that's the name of a town, believe it or not) to a little coffee shop called Miracle's Cafe. That's kind of ironic now that I think of it.
I fell in love with Joel that night, and he with me. But I had to head back to college...1000 miles away. So, we wrote each other constantly, and called once a week. I went home for Spring Break, which I spent entirely with him.
Back at school I was miserable, missing him so much. When I went home mid-summer, Joel proposed - ring in hand, down on his knees - and of course, I said, "YES!"
But I continued on at college. We visited each other whenever we could, had $100+ phone bills each month, and wrote letters constantly (we have them all, totaling over 300). Following my junior year, we could not stand being apart any longer.
I transferred schools, and Joel and I were married. I remember my mom telling me, "You're only 21, you have your whole life to get married." My response was, "Yes, and that is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life!"
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