Although some of you have read this story before, I thought it was appropriate to tell it once again. It is, after all, Valentine's Day. The first words I ever spoke to the man who became my husband were "I looo..." Hmmm. Wait a minute. I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning...
(engagement photos, 1977)
In the Fall of 1974 I was a freshman attending college in California. {Yes, I am
that old.} That semester I enrolled in a sociology class. The second week of class our professor gave us a rather unusual assignment. We were asked to walk up to a total stranger, tell the person "I love you" and record their response. I went back to my dorm room a little frustrated. I didn't want to fulfill this assignment and embarrass myself. After talking it over with my roommate, I decided to call a stranger on the phone rather than approach them directly. That way I could still fulfill the
assignment and record a response, but I wouldn't have to worry about the person recognizing me several weeks down the road. I picked up the dorm directory and started scanning down a page. I randomly chose a name and made the call. A young man answered the phone, and I asked if I could speak to Mark. The young man said, "one minute," and went to get him. The next thing I heard was another "hello." With as much boldness as I could muster I said, "I love you!" There was silence on the other end of the line. Lots. Of. Silence. I repeated the phrase -- this time with more feeling. "I
love you!" More silence and then this response, "Well, what do you want
me to do about it?" {Not exactly the response I was hoping for...} Because I was trying to fulfill an
assignment I said, "Respond!" He then asked, "Who
is this?" Embarrassed by my remarks I hung up the phone. A couple more phone calls were made before I was able to get a recordable response, and the experience was soon forgotten.
Several months later I met a young man, named Mark. We began to get to know one another and soon we began seeing each other regularly. Several weeks after meeting Mark I was with him and his roommate, and they began to tell me about the crazy girls enrolled at our college. They began to speak about one girl in particular, a stranger, who had called Mark at the beginning of the year claiming love and devotion and issuing
the statement "I
love you!" Something clicked and I said, "Well, I know what that was all about. She probably had the same class I had..." Then I made the connection that I had never made previously between the name that I had called at the beginning of the school year and the young man who was standing before me. I realized at that moment that it was Mark that I had called. He and his roommate didn't believe me when I told them the story, so I had to take them back to my dorm room and have my roommate verify my side of the story without her knowing why.
That's why I can say...
The first words I ever said to the man who became my husband were...
"I Love You."
And I still do.
More than ever before.
Forever & Always.
Just to put your mind at ease,
my husband has become much more responsive to my declarations of love
since that first time in '74. ;o)
