So here is the story behind the love story:
It was the day before Valentines Day, and I had nothing about love to put up on my blog. My husband said, “I thought you told everyone to abolish Valentines Day. And now you’re going to give them a love story?”
“My readers want a sappy love story on Valentines Day, and I’m going to give it to them.”
My husband took a nap (since it was Sunday afternoon), and I started typing away. I lost track of time as I re-entered the emotion of it. When my husband groggily asked me for some tea, it was difficult to tear myself away from the keyboard.
I brought the tea to my husband, who sat in that brown chair where I film my YouTube unit study videos. I sat on the bed. I smiled at him.
“You want to get back to the keyboard; I can tell.”
“Yes. I’m writing our love story, and I’m so excited my fingers are tingling!”
“Oh, I see how things are,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “You would rather write about how much you love me instead of actually spending time with me.”
“That is not true! But I have the other half of our love story in my head, and I can’t wait to finish it.”
“Go,” he said.
The next day when he came home from work, I had already posted two parts of our love story, since I posted one on Sunday night. I asked my husband how he liked my blog. He said, “You made me look like a smelly homeless guy.”
“Oh, no no no! No one who ever reads my blog will ever think badly of you! Trust me. I’m not done writing our love story. Besides, you were the guy who was hard to get. I was the lovesick girl who was pining away. Which figure looks pathetic? That would be me,” I said. “Do you want me to delete the first part of our love story? You can read my blog posts before I post them, you know.”
“No, I want you to feel free to write whatever you want.”
Two days later, he read the “My Husband is a Man of God” entry. I asked him what he thought. He said, “It was a bit over the top.”
“Every word of it is true,” I said.
You guys are too much fun!