[mtngrl@vrwc]

My husband and I met because we used to live across the street from each other. He was friends with my brother and used to come over to our house all of the time. Then my brother went away to camp for a week but my future husband kept coming over. I remember being pretty surprised but it was my first clue that he would be more to me than just my brother's best friend.

I was fifteen at the time and he was seventeen. After we had known each other for three months we knew we would marry when we were a little older. We waited until I was out of high school (I graduated in June and we were married in August).

We have been happily married for thirty years now and are still each other's best friends. It's not often that a marriage that begins when two people are so young lasts like ours has. We were fortunate.

[homeschool mama]

What a precious love story! Lerch and I often mention how much we'd have enjoyed being married to each other *much* younger.

[Marysecretary]

What a blessing! My first was a tall, handsome, sweet man until alcohol took over. We had a marriage made in hell for 25 years. We got a divorce, friendly enough, and we did remain friends until he died of a bleeding ulcer because of the years of alcoholism. Then three years after the divorce, I married my present husband who is my dearest friend. We both love the Lord and serve Him with our home and our lives. This is the way it should be. I was 19 the first time. Too young. I wasn't very mature then either.