In my last post, I described how one genealogy blogger’s account of how her grandfather and grandmother met made me think a lot about the importance of preserving family stories for future generations. In the spirit of recording family stories for posterity, I think that I will share my own story about how I met my husband. My boys are too young to understand the story, but there will come a day when they will wonder how their family came to be and this is what I will tell them.
It all started when I was a student in law school. It was the middle of my second year, and I had recently ended a relationship. Since it was wintertime, I spent whatever free time I had snowboarding. It was the perfect escape from the rigors of reading, writing, and reasoning that I endured as part of my law school curriculum. My class schedule was such that I was able to hit the slopes in the morning three times a week before attending classes in the afternoon. On those days I usually stopped in the snack bar in the student center for a bite to eat on the way to class. I did not bother to change out of my snowboarding clothes before class, as I felt no need to impress anyone.
Okay, so perhaps that statement about not wanting to impress anyone is not entirely true. I was being strategic and thought that perhaps wearing snowboarding clothes around at school might attract the attention of other snowboarders. My frequent visits to the snack bar were also strategic. There was a handsome guy that worked there, and I really hoped that one day he might say more to me than asking me what I wanted on my sandwich.
One day, I went in and ordered my sandwich from the handsome guy. He made the sandwich, handed it to me, and then asked me when I was going to take him snowboarding. It was the moment that I had been waiting for all along. I replied that I was available that weekend and we made plans to go. We have been inseparable ever since. That was about ten years ago and we now have a home together and two beautiful children.
How did you family begin? Do you know the stories of how your parents or grandparents met? Every family has to start somewhere, so no matter how humble the beginning it is good to share the story of your family with each generation as they are able to understand it and know where they came from.
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