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"Love approaches when you least expect it."

I met my beau when I least expected it. That year I had watched my younger sister get married, after I was dumped by a long distance boyfriend, who even invited me to his wedding in the Midwest.  I had left college and was working as a ski instructor at a ski resort in the White Mountains. One cold afternoon on the ski slopes, I waited in line to take the chairlift to the summit of the ski area, when a ski patrolman asked to join me on the lift.  I obliged as my girl-friend rode another chair with another patrolman.  We talked and agreed to meet for a ski run later that day.  Later we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for a date sometime.  That did not happen until the following summer, although we talked on the phone once in awhile.  I was working at my parents hotel and he was working for an engineering firm in Boston, so connecting on weekends was not easy. 

 When we finally started dating in the summer, I announced to him my plans to travel to Seattle by train the following autumn, to attend school. He insisted on buying me a camera before I left. That summer we did camp in the mountains and boat on Lake Winnepasaukee, but it was a quick courtship. We did keep in touch with letters and phone calls while I looked for jobs in Seattle. Lucky for him, the recession in the Northwest made it difficult for me to establish residency. When I came home for Christmas, he met me at the airport with Dracula fangs on his teeth, flowers in his hands, and a kiss on the cheek. He always had a sense of humor, and was a poet at heart, writing poems to me throughout our courtship. I decided to stay in Boston to finish school that year. We continued to date as I finished my degree, and two years later on Valentine's Day, he proposed to me on the chairlift where we met, asking me to keep his lips warm forever.

Twenty-two years later we still ski together when we can, and my beau still patrols for the same ski area where we met. So you see, love approaches, when you least expect it, and romance can continue if you keep your love alive. So I am sending my husband a short poem this year. To the minstrel: " Twenty-two years hence, since I said I do, and still I am in love with you". From your princess. He's better at rhyming than I am, but it is the thought that counts!! Happy Valentine's Day!