His favorite band from high school (Journey, if that doesn’t date him too much – heh) was playing in Indianapolis, so I bought us VIP concert tickets for a present. We’re in Washington D.C. this week, so instead of a short drive from our house, we had to fly from Reagan airport and spend the day in Indianapolis, go to the concert that night, and then fly back out the next morning so he could complete the military duty that currently has us so far from home.
So, there we were, 24 solid hours with no children and no responsibility – we didn’t even pack computers – and a few hours before the VIP reception at the concert venue. We had the entire city of Indianapolis at our fingers, and we were hungry. Where does the corporate executive and the best selling author go for a romantic anniversary dinner?
There’s a story behind that. And since I’m a storyteller by profession, I’ll share:
When we first met in person, we’d known each other online for 2 years; however, the meeting was with no romantic intentions. We were writing colleagues, I had a crashed computer with 10 books on it, and he was coming through town. He offered to stop by and pull my books off of my crashed computer. After he saved the day, we ran out and got something to eat, and ended up at Boston Market.
The first time we ever held hands, was to bless that meal. The first time we ever prayed together was to bless that meal.
Six months later, we were married — we eloped right before he deployed to Afghanistan for the first time.
On our first anniversary, we had our wedding reception. On our second anniversary, Gregg told me to dress up in my best date night clothes. I primped and dressed and waited expectantly for what surprise was in store for me. I was a bit curious when we pulled into that same Boston Market parking lot. But, the true joy came when we walked in the door and I saw a table set with a tablecloth, fine china, candles, flowers, and champagne. A Boston Market employee waited on us, serving the same meal we had that first night.
Typing this makes me smile. I love love, and I love the way my husband shows loves to me.
We don’t have a Boston Market in our home town. So, when we were driving down the road, looking for that special place where we could break bread to commemorate 12 amazing and exciting years, there was no question where we would eat when we saw that Boston Market sign.
I love writing love stories. I love developing couples who are learning to love each other, and learning to love God – or to love God more, stronger, better, together. It blesses me to bless others with my stories.
And, I love living this real life romance – with a husband who adores me and knows how much a simple chicken dinner with roasted potatoes and creamed spinach can mean to me.