A Match Made In Heaving

August 16th is our anniversary, and I'd like to take a moment to share the story of how Gracie and I met. This tale has it all: romance, humor, a bit of horror, and a lot of love.

We had mutual friends at Belmont University who thought we should meet. I was a senior, though my transfer credits were all messed up, so I didn't graduate that year. Gracie had just returned to school after recovering from a severe car wreck. When they told me she had a wreck, I didn't have any frame of reference. I had never been in a relationship with someone who was hurt. They said, "She had a pretty bad wreck, and she's back now after a year of recovering." I thought, "Okay, how bad can it be?"

I found out soon enough when she came down the walkway at the Student Center. She was a vocal performance major, and I studied composition and piano. This girl was beautiful, but she had a significant limp. She walked up to me, having heard about me, and wanted to test me out. I stood to greet her, and she said, "Can I put my feet up in your lap?" Odd question, right? But I said okay.

Her feet swelled when she sat, so she had to prop them up. She later informed me that she plopped her feet in my lap to see how I'd handle it. The first of many times she pushed the envelope with me to see how I would cope. Click to read the rest at peterrosenberger.com