A Long and Lasting Love
36 Years and Counting
I've been married to my high school sweetheart for 36 years. We were married young, and most thought it would never last. It definitely wasn't easy during a lot of those years, but we aren't the kind who give up just because the going gets tough. We've always been determined and committed to making it work. I think that attitude kept our marriage together when love couldn't, but you didn't click on a link to come to this page to hear about our marriage, you're here to discover how it started. What is it that drew me to my true love? How did I meet the man of my dreams? I won't keep you waiting any longer . . . .
That picture is from our Eastern Caribbean Cruise in January 2011.We loved every minute of it!
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Was it Love at First Sight?
Did you know right away he was the one?
That's a question everyone wonders when one starts asking about how a couple met. I can't really speak for Steve, we've never even talked about it, but I don't really remember that first meeting. Steve and I go back to first grade. I'm sure I met him that first day in Mrs. Hill's class, but I don't really recall. It was so long ago, I'll bet most people my age have little to no memories of first grade. I have only four, two are cool things my teacher did, and the other two are of Steve. Steve was a ladies' man even at age six, and he managed to catch my eye.
Beyond that, he was very sweet for a six year old. I was (perhaps the correct verb is "am") very short. I've finally made it to 5'2", but in first grade, my feet did not touch the ground when I was on the swing. This makes it very difficult to have much fun. So, in first grade, this blonde haired, six year old cassanova became my hero. One of my fondest memories from that year was Steve pushing me on the swing at recess. I'm sure he didn't do it everyday, but to my little six year old mind, it certainly felt like it, and during those days this progressive first grader would sweep me into the cloak room and give me sweet little kisses. I was definitely smitten. Memorial Day Weekend brought first grade to a close. June, July and August came and went, and the little love affair we shared the spring before was forgotten. Second grade sent me into Mrs. Dailey's homeroom, while Steve became a student of Mrs. Miller. It was fourth grade before we shared a homeroom again, and by that time we both had different friends and interests. The love story of a lifetime was over. . . . at least for the time being.
to our Sophomore year of High School
By tenth grade Steve and I knew each other pretty well. Although we'd never run in the same circles, there were only two people in our entire graduating class with last names that had the potential to separate us alphabetically. So, there were a lot of classes where I found myself sitting right in front of him. There were two during our sophomore year.
It was that year we took driver's ed. Forced to sit in alphabetical order, I sat in front of him for that eighteen weeks and found myself constantly playing with his "twist-o'flex" watch band. If I remember right, I broke that watchband playing with it!
The second class we shared was right after lunch. He came in to English each day looking like he'd lost his best friend. The truth was the person who should have been his best friend spent lunch time every day degrading him and making him feel bad. I think that's when I began to have a bit of a crush on him, it's probably what got that watchband broken! Everyday at lunch his girl friend gave him such a hard time. He'd come to class, and we'd talk for a few minutes before it began. He was always so nice, I couldn't understand why she felt the need to treat him so badly.
So, in May, when it was time to create class schedules for our Junior year, I "helped" him a bit. After all, in homeroom, I sat right next to him (gotta love that alphabet!). As he chose classes, I encouraged him to work Algebra into his schedule. He was sure he couldn't handle it. I promised him he could come to my house for homework help anytime. We made sure he was in my Algebra class so we'd have the same homework, and since we were already in Choir and Boy's glee together (I played piano for this boy's only vocal group), it was relatively easy to schedule most of the rest of our classes together.
Some guys might have taken that promise as an opportunity to date a girl, but school ended and Summer vacation began. June passed, Summer moved into July, and no word from Steve. After all, he was still seeing the girl next door (yes, he really did date the girl next door to me!). I didn't give much thought about the fact I hadn't heard from him until that day . . .
The Day He Finally Called
Did you catch that title and subtitle? To this day, I love teasing Steve that he called my sister before he called me! He and my younger sibling had been a couple when we were all in Jr. High, and Steve needed a date for a Jr. Firemen's picnic he was going to attend.
But now he'd finally broken up with the girl who didn't treat him so well, so naturally, he called MY SISTER! All that flirting while I played with his watchband, the sympathy I showed him daily when he came in looking like a whipped puppy dog, the offer to help him with his Algebra ANYTIME, obviously was a waste of time. I'm guessing that I'm not a good flirt. Steve says he didn't call me because he thought I was out of his league. (After 30+ years, that's still his story, and he's stickin' to it!) Fortunately for me, my sister is younger than I and wasn't allowed to date, so her answer to his invitation was that she was "busy all Summer."
She'd no sooner hung up the phone, than it rang again. This time it was for me. My thoughtful sister, with no idea that I was somewhat interested, had suggested Steve call me instead, and he did! We went on that picnic together on a very hot July day and spent the next few weeks together at least three or five times each week. We were both a bit shy, so we weren't an official "couple" until mid-August. Steve still credits our relationship moving from friends hanging out to an "official couple" to one of my old boyfriends. While Steve was hanging out at my house, this old beau stopped by a couple of times. One of those times, he flat out asked us if we were "going together." (The official "couple" title of the late '70's and early '80's) We looked at each other and stammered a bit, but after Jerry left, Steve asked me if we'd like to make it official. So, in August 1979, I officially became Steve Modranski's significant other (although we didn't call it that in 1979), and one year later I became his wife. And, the rest, as they say
. . . is history
Lynne writes for a living - (well, sort of a living)
This space is just a blatant sales block! My husband is so wonderful, he allows me to stay home and be creative, but if I can sell some of my creativity, it goes a long way towards paying the bills!!!!
This is a book I created to help men become all they can be in Christ. Fortunately, I have a KNIGHT!
My Knight In Shining Armor
- My Knight in Shining Armor
Every man has the potential to be a Knight in Shining Armor and every woman can find her Knight if she's willing do live a life deserving of a Knight. This book can help you reach your potential as a Knight in Shining Armor!
The Rest of the Story
After we said "I Do"
A lot has happened in the last 30+ years. We've had some up times and a lot of down times, but most of those down times were before we committed our lives and our relationship to Christ. That decision in our lives was the biggest and best we ever made. It completely changed our marriage, made it richer and deeper. The closer we draw to Christ, the closer we grow to one another.
The first few years of our marriage, neither Steve or I went to church. It was right after our second anniversary that I started going occasionally, but Steve didn't join me until our seventh Easter. That year during Holy Week, Steve's life changed forever and so did our marriage. You see, there is a greater love story than the one you've just read. It's a story that began more than 2,000 years ago. The Creator of the Universe sent His Only Son to the earth. He loved His Creation more than we can imagine, and as much as He'd tried in the 4,000 years prior, humans didn't seem to be able to grasp the enormity of His gifts and His grace. So, He sent His Son to live among those humans so they might see firsthand His goodness, His nature. The Almighty wanted us to know Him. And then to prove how much He wants to be reconciled to us, He allowed Himself to be beaten and crucified.
True love sacrifices for the sake of the beloved, and the love that was shown on that Friday long ago still overwhelms me when I stop and think about it. That's the love that changed my life, that helped me become the kind of strong individual that can best make up one half of a lifetime relationship. It's the love of Jesus Christ that turned our marriage around. It's that love story, that gives my own personal love story true beauty. It's the love story that has transcended the centuries that gives my life meaning and my marriage strength, and the good news is it's not just for me, it's for you!