I could tell you all about how my husband and I met at church,
discovered we worked two floors apart in the same fifty-story downtown building,
started running together, then served in our church’s Awana program together,
and somewhere along the way, fell in love.
But that’s not the real love story.
The real love story is how, during the first few of years of
marriage, my husband learned to ask heart-level questions because that’s what
showed love to me, and I learned that yelling at him was not, surprisingly, the
ideal way to his heart.
Read the rest of my “Real Life Romance” over at author Shannon Vannatter’s blog >