The Way I Love You

Recently, my wife and I began a couple’s love journal titled Why I Love You—a love story, in our own words.


Seven years had passed since we had last seen one another, and then, there she was again. A garland of plastic Hawaiian flowers adorned her neck as she sat on the back steps at Mary’s parents’ home in Keysville, Virginia. The occasion which brought us together again was a mutual friend’s engagement party: Becky Follin, soon to be Becky Liddell. Butterflies fluttered in my future wife’s stomach, according to her journal response, upon seeing me. I never knew this detail, until now.