It started with two girls taking a summer vacation in Jacksonville, Fla.
They wanted to see the ocean, have some fun and sun bathe. That’s all they had set out to do.
Like any other young girls, they were checking out the scenery, including the guys at the beach. They saw a lot of them, but one in particular attracted one of the girls’ attention. He was playing football on the beach. After a little bit of flirting, he came over to speak to them. Just small talk.
People from different parts of the country usually have a lot to talk about. He asked if they would like to have some lunch, since they were not familiar with the surroundings. They said “no.” They were embarrassed when he told them it was the hot dog stand right behind us.
They finally consented.
He singled one of them out.
Was is love at first sight? Is there such a thing?
They saw each other again the next day and the day after that. Why not? After all, he lived at the beach. She knew it was more than that, and he did, too.
On the eighth day, he introduced her to his sister and brother-in-law and asked her if she would like to go to Kingsland, Ga. That was his way of proposing. You could get married in an hour – blood test, marriage license, Justice of the Peace – the whole nine yards. All four of them went.
There was no reception. They had only change enough to buy four cups of coffee. They did not have ATM or debit cards back then. It didn’t matter to them. They were so happy.
This is a true story it’s about my husband and I and after more than 40 years we are still together and still in love. Hopefully we will always feel this way.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Henry David Thoreau wrote, “There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
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