I have always been a sucker for love stories, especially when they are told by people close to me. I don’t know how many times I have asked my parents to tell me how they met. It’s not that I don’t remember that they met at a canoe camp one hot summer, I just love hearing it and seeing the twinkle in their eyes as they relive it. I do the same thing with my grandparents. They have been married for over 50 years, and they still remember the day like it was yesterday.
I always wondered what my memorable love story would be, and a couple years ago I found out when I met Nic. We met at a theater we were both working at and I swear I knew he was the one the first time I talked to him. I think about this day all the time. I still remember what he was wearing, what I was wearing and the song that was playing (which was by The Head And The Heart – my FAVORITE band).
Why is it that I love to reminicse and ask about love stories? It’s simple – they make me happy and others happy.
Sometimes, we get so bogged down by what is happening in the world around us and we forget to smile at all the good that has happened and is currently happening. I’m not saying to ignore the bad and pretend it’s not there, I’m just saying to remember the good and to let it fill your heart with love.
Love stories aren’t always about meeting a significant other or getting married. They are also about memories and moments. My grandpa and I are so close and always have been. I can’t even begin to tell you how much we talk about the hikes we used to take, the adventures we’d go on together or the golf we would play with a plastic cub and an old putter. I love asking him over and over again to tell me about these stories, because seeing and hearing how he talks about our memories fill my heart with endless love.
The beauty of love stories is how each person tells them, the little things they remember and the happiness it brings. Everyone has their own love stories, and sharing and hearing them will never fail to bring love into the lives of anyone listening. 🙂