When I look back, I wonder if it wasn't a mistaken identity at
all but more of that stroke of destiny and knowingness you feel when
something is just meant to be. It was truly electric. Do you believe in
soul mates?
Mr. Sparks shines again with The Lucky One. I don’t know exactly
what it is about his storytelling that pulls at my heartstrings and tear
ducts. I guess his tales feel so personal and yet so universal at the
same time. I jokingly vowed not to read his books or watch his movies on
an airplane because I turn into a crybaby….What can I say, I love a
good love story. I was tearing up at the trailer for The Lucky One. No
joke. The Lucky One makes me think of my own first (and only) date with
my husband 13 years ago. I met my husband, Eddie, a few weeks before our
first date at work.
Do you like lovey-dovey movies? I certainly do. I'm the biggest
sucker for them! They make you feel wonderful and happy, like you want
to be in love with butterflies in your stomach for the rest of your
life. My husband does not share this same view, probably like most men.
Here's the thing about me and movies: I put myself in the characters'
story. This is sometimes fun to do, but when I watch
scary/thriller/action/pee-your-pants kinds of movies, it gets old real
quick and I have nightmares. {And I hate nightmares, just for the
record.} So I stick with my happy-go-lucky love stories...
I have a hunch that all relationships are slightly skewed in
favor of one person or the other, that a perfect balance, where each
person contributes (and receives) evenly, rarely occurs. In our
marriage, this balance is skewed in my favor. I ended up with the better
end of the deal. In fact, I can't remember the last time a week went by
without the realization that this life of mine, and the husband I share
it with, are far beyond what I could've asked for or imagined. "Lucky
one" doesn't do it justice...Perhaps "luckiest one" is a better fit?
My husband and I were high school sweethearts. I’m pretty sure we
were in the same science classes (and lots of other classes) every year
of high school, which gave us lots of chances to chat and get to know
each other. In 10th grade, we were biology lab partners, and I developed
a huge crush on him. In chemistry, we were partners again, and we began
to have study dates at each other’s houses to get ready for tests. In
physics, we got to spend lots of out-of-class time together to work on
projects like mousetrap cars.
I admit it. I am a romantic! My summers are typically filled with
watching the kids play on the beach while I indulge in a good “beach
read.” And seriously, who makes better beach reads than Nicholas Sparks?
Although my husband, Matt, doesn’t share my same level of enthusiasm
for romance novels, he is a good sport and patiently listens as I retell
a book’s storyline and analyze the plot and characters. Matt has
watched The Notebook with me (more than once) and even passed me a
tissue or two when needed. I am so incredibly grateful to have a husband
who is also my best friend!
I met my husband while I was still in college. I had met some
other friends online and headed to visit one of them on a long weekend.
He also knew the girl I was visiting and had come up to visit as well.
Though he had been part of the same general group, I had minimal
knowledge of him, besides his name. But so much of this traces back to a
series of what-ifs, several decisions made along the way that led to
meeting him in June of 1996. I graduated high school in June of 1994 in
southern Ontario
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