The Birth, Brief Life and Eternity of Love

This is a true story that I wrote:


Sometimes in our lives, love blossoms, grows and lasts forever. I was blessed with this amazing love, although the physical aspect only lasted a year and a half. I may never find love again, but I will always have it in my heart because of one very special person. I will always feel blessed to have had the opportunity to be loved by him, and to love him with my whole being.

On a beautiful August day in 2003, love found me when I least expected it. At the time I did not realize what an impact it would ultimately have on my life.

Steve and I met on the Internet and talked for several months before deciding to meet. On that sunny, warm, August day, I had arranged a picnic and boating party for the people I worked with and invited Steve to join us. Surprisingly, he said yes and agreed to meet us there. As my sister and I drove to the shelter where the party was being held, I saw him sitting there at a picnic table. He looked so sweet and a bit nervous as I walked towards him. I introduced myself and felt an instant connection. I was not dressed up or wearing any make-up that day, as I was in my "boating clothes", which consisted of a pair of Capri's, T-shirt and a baseball cap. I was surprised that he even sparked an interest in me.

My bosses grown son was there and asked his mom how long we had been married. He told her that we looked as if we belonged together and was shocked that it was the first time we had me face to face. The comments of that stranger validated the instant feelings I was having for Steve.

I asked Steve if he wanted to ride in the truck with me while I backed the boat trailer into the water. Understand that I had only done that a couple of times and it takes skill and practice, which I did not have. There was a man waiting in line impatiently behind me. He must have felt I was taking too long because he cut me off as I was backing down the ramp with a 2000 pound boat. Oh, was I ticked off! I stopped the truck, jumped out and began yelling at the man. We had several heated words, while Steve was in he truck saying, in his adorable southern accent, "you are going to get my butt kicked!"

After that incident, I thought I had blown it with that sweet man. He must of liked my spunk though; we were a couple from that day on. It still amazes me how quickly we realized we were made for one another. Before he left that evening, he thanked me for asking him to accompany me throughout the day. I intentionally did hat knowing how out of place he must have felt. I fell in love with Steve that day!

Almost a year later, we decided to take the next step in our relationship by moving in together. Steve worked for for and only had 3 years until retirement. I opted to leave my job of 4 years, take my son and move to Louisville to be with him. We rented a beautiful house and made it a wonderful home, even though I did not find a job for 3 months and money was extremely tight.

I had never known a love like that before, and I was finally able to give my son the family I had always dreamed of. We had regular family meetings and did a lot of communicating. We did not have arguments; if we saw things differently, we agreed to disagree and moved on.

My spunk did reappear on a few occasions with his grown son, Steven, however. Steven moved in with us, agreeing to help pay rent and is the reason we had a 3 bedroom house. That boy wouldn't even get a job! This situation definitely did not help with our financial situation. Not only did we have to pick up Steven's share of the rent, we had to feed him too! Steven and I had quite a few disagreements, and I honestly felt he was taking advantage of Steve and I. This became very painful for Steve. He did not want to see or say anything bad about his name sake and first born son, even though he could see what was happening.