I thought in lieu of Valentine’s Day I would share how I met my husband :).
Dan and I met on the battlefield…er…football field. We were both teenagers at the time. I had seen him around at youth group, but we ran in different circles. He was a senior, jock, and could bench-press over three hundred pounds (in other words, very large guy!). And I was a freshman: short, shy, and a book nerd.
That winter we both attended the same winter camp. When a spontaneous football game was announced, I was in. I love football and have a secret competitive side. We lined up with our teams. I was on one side, and Dan was on the other. The field was icy and the air brisk cold. The game was two-touch, but with all the ice, it was more like ice-skating meets football.
Halfway during the game, the football was thrown to Dan. The rest of his team had my team blocked. I was the only one who stood between him and the goal. My one thought as he came barreling toward me: he would not get past me.
I meant to two touch him, but instead slipped, grabbed him, and knocked him hard to the ground. Dan looked up at me, astonished. Then he laughed. I grinned back. I had stopped him from scoring.
I held out my hand to help him up off the ground. We spoke for the first time. He called me freight train after that. The years went by and we became good friends. If someone had told me that I would marry the guy I knocked down on that icy field, I would have laughed. Dan was funny and cute, but definitely not my type.
I’m glad God had other plans. Four years later, we went out on our first date, and a year and a half later, married. We still enjoy football, even get out and play it once in a while. And our children love to hear how mommy knocked daddy down when we first met.
That’s my story. Now it’s your turn. How did you meet your significant other?
Morgan L. Busse 
Also met on the battlefield. Literally. In the sword-fighting club I was a part of, only girls fought outside in the winter–the guys just stayed inside and played video games. He was the only guy who showed up consistently to fight, even though he was inexperienced, so he kept getting beaten. By girls. He just bore it with good humor and got better. That really stood out to me, but even though we hung out in the same social circle (the geeks who sword-fought and the geeks who watched girls sword-fight), we couldn’t imagine dating each other. We started dating six months later, married after graduation, and we’re inseparable (and still sword-fighting–he runs a youth program now).
My husband and I were pen pals during Operation Desert Storm. I was in college and he was in the Navy. I knew his father from work (I worked at a skydiving center where my dad taught) and he asked a bunch of people to send him Christmas cards. I sent him one with a photo. We wrote all year until he returned from deployment. When he reached California, we talked like we had known each other forever. We met in person in October and I thought he was a sexist jerk. We started dating in January after he kept driving up from Norfolk to visit me each weekend he had off (it was a 6 hour drive). I figured that any guy that treated me that nice was a keeper. We started dating in January 1992, engaged in June, and married in September 1992. We’ve been married 23 years.
I loved reading both stories! Thank you for sharing!
I met my husband when my family moved from CA to NH and walked into a new church we were trying. I was 16 and had been telling myself, “Maybe God is moving us because my future husband is in NH,” so I was steeling myself to *never* think about that while meeting new guys, so I wouldn’t have any preconceptions. I walked into this church’s fellowship hall, I caught a glimpse of him way off in the room, and my literal first thought was, “Maybe it’s him.” Then I was furious with myself for slipping up, hahaha. But it was basically crush at first sight, for both of us. 😀
Great stories, all if them. Thank you, ladies!
I love reading people’s real-life love stories!
I met my husband when I was sixteen. My older brother was visiting a church I came along with him. He wanted to go to the Collage and Career group afterwards I was game for hanging out with older people (and guys, the guys my age were in their awkward immature stage so I always had crushes on guys a few years older). A girl there mentioned something about writing short-stories with her younger brother, who was there too. I was immediately intrigued. I knew several girls who liked to write like I did, but no boys. I was really nervous to talk to him but I remember sitting beside him and thinking: “If I don’t talk to him now I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.” Which I believed was a ridiculous thought because there are lots of guys out there and why would I regret not talking to someone I didn’t even know and might forget all about? We barely had a five minute conversation about our families and how we both liked to write. When I had to go, he got up and followed me to the door, which made me wonder if he liked me because he didn’t have to do that. The whole two-long-hour car ride home I felt so upset because I couldn’t get this boy out of my head and I’d only just met him and I might never see him again. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. When I got home he’d added me on Facebook and we started messaging every day as much as we possibly could. I fell in love with him so fast it was kind of a shock. It’s scary how similar we are in what we like and how we think. Two years later we got mattied at 18 and 21. It’s been four years, two kids (a third on the way) and I am still soooo happy that I married my best friend!