Love Stories in 100 Words
My Valentine – First Meeting
She first appeared in net stockings
Garbed from head to toe in black
My life change was truly shocking
I’ve never yet looked back
Since then my gorgeous Valentine
Brings boundless love to my heart
My soul she fully does entwine
I ache whenever we’re apart
Chasing joy is our constant quest
As is caring for each other’s needs.
Certain that we are truly blessed
Proving our love with words and deeds
My Darling Girl is beyond measure
Myriad talents for all to see
How can it be that it’s my pleasure
She chooses to spend her time with me?
In 1988, we visited Ocean Reef. On entering, mesmerized by the magic of this island, we found a nice home on the golf course. While playing golf, my husband said, “If you make this putt, I’ll put a bid on the house.” I made the putt, offer made, 9 months later accepted. My husband told the agent, “If you put this deal together, I can give it to Mary for a Valentine’s present, and I will never have to buy another Valentine’s gift.” The agent put the deal together. February 14, 1988, we owned our first home at Ocean Reef.
Let’s Try Out
Some obnoxious boy I didn’t know was prancing around his fraternity house mimicking my role of Jessica in “The Merchant of Venice.” He asked my roommate on a date and I told her not to go. We doubled. We danced. We switched dates. I loved the smell of his leather jacket. He signed up for my seminar on Greek Theater. “Let’s try out together,” I’d suggest. He never took the bait. But through 59 years, 4 kids and 10 grandkids I could always count on him to be cheering in the audience or waiting in the wings.
My love and I are close captives of each other.
Once we piloted a Swiss hydrogen balloon together to Italy, a high flight across glaciers, crevasses, great lakes and ancient lands. Bundled together in a wicker gondola, our racing hearts marked the swift ascent, windy alpine traverse, and plunge toward earth.
Shared anxiety is silent with lovers alone together. Two brood as one.
Finally, floating low along a fertile valley our basket snagged and suddenly stopped atop an apple tree until locals, laughing, hauled us down.
My love and I were then close captives of this happy hamlet!
– Fiona & Randy Woods