Awhile ago, I saw a link on Facebook about couples who decided to get married in the same place that they met their spouses. All sorts of funny stories and pictures were included of people getting married at Target and the like. It made me think back to where I met my husband.
We had known of each of other for several years in college, but we had never really spoken until a dance the fall of my senior year. He had already graduated and was at the seminary. I was not at the dance officially, just crashing in jeans and a sweater (crashing a dance - doesn't that sound just like me?). We ended up in a common group of friends and realized we grew up relatively near each other and had attended a Lutheran grade school basketball tournament at the same time in junior high. It was a completely benign conversation, with nothing earth-shattering or of importance in any way. But it must have made an impression on me, because later that night I was waxing eloquent to a good friend about how much I'd love to marry a guy just like him. I don't recall this conversation, but when my husband and I started dating, she was quick to remind me what I had said. Several months later, he called out of the blue and we started calling long distance (remember when that cost a lot of money and one had to budget for the fluctuating phone bill?), and as they say, the rest is history. We were married a year and a half later.
I'm glad we decided to get married in the church I grew up in, but if we had changed our minds, next to the fireplaces in the basement of KCC would have been a memorable choice.
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