Our last and final Love story is from one of the sweetest couples we have met this year. Liz and Dean had contacted us recently to contract us for their wedding, and having not yet met them in person, just the little we know about them makes us so excited for their wedding. This love story was submitted by Dean, and upon reading it we grew all the more eager to meet this special couple. We loved the idea of the notebook Dean and Liz pass back and forth…what a truly special idea and one that will likely be just as fun and special to read when they are much older. Dean was kind enough to share a shot of this special notebook that is such a big part of expressing and documenting their love story! ’
Enjoy this love story from Dean’s perspective:
I’m writing about this love story on the page of a book that is very important to Liz and I, which is strange, because this book has only been in our lives for about ten months and we’ve been in each other’s lives for almost sixteen years.
If we’d had this book in the fifth grade classroom we’d shared together, we might have used it to pass notes. If we’d had it in high school, we might have used to it cheer each other up after an embarrassing social scene or tough loss in one of the sports we’d played. Instead, I bought it and gave it to Liz in April of last year, one month after we’d started dating, on the first day of her first job. In it I wrote, as neatly as I could on the top of the first page, “Enjoy the first of many.” Next to the book I’d left the first flower I would ever give her, a sunflower, and at the bottom of the page I’d written “Jeremiah 29:11.” I was trying to be clever in a way that wouldn’t seem corny (which was always going to be a challenge as, all of a sudden, I had just started dating my best friend).
There isn’t a way to describe in words how you get to know someone after you already know them so well. Liz and I had already experienced life together: we knew each other’s families, we’d visited each other when we were away, we’d shared each other’s pains and hardships. We were living separate lives that the other one was already a part of.
About a year and a half ago, after living these lives and going away to schools and traveling and getting by and doing our best to understand, we both eventually found ourselves back in Virginia Beach, our home. And just like every other time we’d found ourselves in the same place, we picked up right where we’d left off – a quiet night catching up.
Liz and I still argue halfheartedly over when it happened. The best evidence we have is on the second page of this book, where Liz began her first entry with “Happy one month!” Since then, we’ve passed this book back and forth, with one of us sometimes holding onto it for months at a time.
November 10 was the last time I wrote anything in this book – it was my fourth entry – and I ended it by asking Liz to be my wife. As far as I’m concerned, there is only anniversary that matters to us, and we won’t be able to celebrate the first one until the 20th of July, 2014. That day will mark one year of us living a single life, together.