I am currently reading a book called That Crazy Little Thing Called Love: The Soundtrack of Marriage, Sex, and Faith by Jud Wilhite. Yeah, I know I'm not married yet, but it's never too early to research the subject.
I have only completed the first 20 or so pages of this book, but I have already read something that made me feel extremely optimistic about my relationship and future with Whitney (not that I needed any more assurance). In a scientific study on marriage, it has been found that 94 percent of the time, marriages are likely to have a happy future when they put a positive spin on their past. The author used an example of a couple telling the story of how they met. We have all either witnessed or been such a couple. They laugh, interrupt each other and interject each of their own perspectives, and present the tale of their first encounter with great joy. This is in contrast with the couple who remembers how it was a rainy day or how one or both of them were late.
Each and every time I am able to tell the story of how Whitney and I met, I light up. Whether I am helping her tell the story or going solo, anyone can tell that it is an enjoyable memory for us to recall. The irony of a blind date going so well still amazes me, but I realize that we had a lot of help from upstairs. I truly believe that we were intended to meet for many reasons. So, how do you remember your first meeting with your spouse, loved one, or best friend? If it is not such a positive memory, make it one of happiness. Remember all of the good times in your past and the things that you have in common that brought you together. In a time when divorce is a growing trend rather than something that occasionally and unfortunately happens to some couples, we need to take a look at the little things that bind us together.
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It was the second summer that Matt and I had both worked for the Paints before we finally met. He played music clips and ran sound during the game. His habit was to go in through a back gate. I sold scorecards at the front gate. One day in late June of 1999, God locked the back gate. Matt had to come through the front to find someone to yell at about the locked gate. On his way, he found me! He got my name and sent a "mutual acquaintance" (Bob and Miranda) to test the waters. When I went to meet him (half-way through the 4th inning), I might have laughed a little. He was more backward than me! We got to know each other over ballpark food, baseball, and fireworks. A perfect combination!
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