We met when we were 16 and 17 years old, during one of the many…
Tag: Marriage
Rita. A little blond head, somewhere, feeding the chickens, in the sunshine of Germany. During…
Should I move there? How we met. Natalia. Living in NYC, my life was fast,…
She was devastated. One can understand how devastated the young mother was… Her husband had…
“He made it for you”, his daughter told me, handing me the little cross of…
Lina I came to NY to learn English right after I graduated from college in…
The “Love Story Project” continues! Since the original 15 testimonies posted in February 2018, leading…
The “Love Story Project” continues! Since the original 15 testimonies posted in February 2018, leading…
See this short, movie about our brother and sister from Rwanda, soon to be canonized…
As I was walking along the brook, my eyes were attracted by an unusual sight:…
I was surprised to hear him proposing to me. I got confused because I was trying to peacefully end my first relationship when Serge came. I knew him as a decent person with faith, intelligent, joyful and cool…
In the past two+ weeks fifteen couples shared their “Love Stories” in this blog, leading…
March 1980, New York, both attend a day of prayer and recollection and are distracted. ;-) by each other’s presence.
We recently celebrated the Feast of the Presentation, a day dedicated to all the forms…
My first impression of him was: stiff, serious guy that never smiles and knows nothing about the “real world”. He was not the kind of guy I wanted to hang out with.
We first met while playing frisbee on my college campus. Although Autumn doesn’t remember meeting me, I certainly remember her.
Although both French, born very near each other in Paris within one month, we met in New York City. Eva was a student and Bertrand was an intern. We were then 23 years old.
The love story below is far from the “happily ever after” promised in fairy tales and Disney movies. All the more so, then, does it testify to the grace that comes from the sacrament of Holy Matrimony.
Marie and I met sometime in the fall of 1998 through the LifeTeen youth group at our parish in Austin, TX. Marie was born and raised in Texas while my family and I are from Milano, Italy.
Soon after Christmas, Tom invited me to go ice-skating on what seemed to be the most frigid day in Minnesota. This, of course, was the first of many dates that followed.