Ski Boots
That's how it all started. A church ski trip and some old fashioned, clunky, lace-up ski boots.
Everyone wanted to hurry up to the top of the hill and start cutting through the fresh snow, but he stopped to help her lace 'em up. She wanted them tighter, then she wanted the left one looser - then tighter again - then looser - and then tighter still. Little did he know that her indecisiveness would be a part of his daily life for years to come.
He was instantly intrigued and had to spend more time with this picky, goofy yet gentle and elegant woman. He ended up spending 35 glorious years with her....until the Lord took her home.
Last night was the first time I had heard the story of how my mom and dad met in such detail. I'm glad I know..... it gives me something to giggle at - just picturing my mom complaining about the tightness of her boots, laughing nervously and flashing him that amazingly beautiful smile.
Her smile and her wisdom is what I miss the most.
posted by amyh @ 11:02 PM
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Awww!!! That is such a great story!! How old were they when that happened??
Wow... I would have guessed you'd heard that story before. How's your Dad doing, by the way? Keeping his spirits up? I bet telling stories like that is a nice feeling. I think I'd recall good memories like that too. It's a good way to cope.
Hope you're doing wonderfully. Miss you lots!
Love!
Great story, huh? We were in the middle of the Bellevue Red Robin when he told me and I just cried and cried and cried. Sad tears, happy tears and all tears inbetween. I've wondered why I haven't heard that story before too, but oh well - I know now :-)
Miss you too!
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