Giggling newlyweds, golden anniversaries, glamorous weddings – I’ve covered them all as part of my Love Story series for this newspaper. And while I’m supposed to be objective and unbiased, I confess I do have a favorite love story – my own. Twenty-six years ago today, I walked down the aisle toward Derek, absolutely confident I was making the best decision of my life. The years have proved me right. We met at church. I spotted him sitting down the row from me and whispered to my friend, “Who is that?” “That’s Darrol’s brother, Derek,” she whispered back. “He just got back from flight school.” I’m afraid I don’t remember a single word of the sermon because I couldn’t take my eyes off the tall, handsome blond at the end of the row/Cindy Hval, SR. More here.
Question: Do you remember the first time you laid eyes on your true love?