I met my wife in 1989. She was a concert pianist from New Zealand, studying at the University of Washington. She popped across the border to Vancouver, Canada. I met her, and offered to show her the town... which I did. Spent a wonderful afternoon and early evening.
She went back to Washington, we corresponded informally and casually.
I was working for an Australian company at the time (Elders IXL) and had a number of Australian friends as a result. Six weeks holiday banked up: the company wanted me to spend it as they were accruing it year-on-year. So I decided on a trip to Australia, to see my mates over there.
My open ticket allowed for one stopover: I decided to spend an afternoon in New Zealand, to see this Concert Pianist, say hello, have a coffee and then on to six weeks in OZ.
Didn't work out that way at all! I spent six weeks in New Zealand, and asked her to marry me three days into my vacation! Talk about a whirl-wind romance! We spent a marvellous six weeks -- a time I'll never forget.
We married in 1991 in Vancouver. In 1994 she wanted to go home to New Zealand, and funnily enough I wanted to go with her: and here I am still. Sixteen happy years into marriage, two wonderful kids, and a wonderful woman who is my wife. I love her fiercely, and am a jealous husband. (She's pretty jealous, too!)
Every day, every year, she gets prettier and prettier, and I become more and more infatuated, and I thank God for every breath we breathe together.
I have never been tempted to look astray: there is no other for me, never can be. If and when we are parted, I hope I go first. If not, nobody will replace her: I'll go alone.
*DieHard*
What a great story DieHard the Hunter,Thanks you.