Stephanie and Ross met while working together in the Emergency Room at Mobile Infirmary in Mobile, AL. Ross basically just followed Stephanie to lunch every day until she was willing to go out on a date with him. Dinner plans were made over foley catheter insertions and conscious sedations. Eventually Stephanie was hooked and could not imagine a life without Ross. They're kind of a big deal now.

Every couple has a story line. All duos have a tale. Nuptial bliss comes from a journey together, and the unique characteristics of that voyage for two are what makes each personal love story so special.

06/08/2016

The woman of my dreams accompanies me to a little wine bar in downtown Mobile, AL. She is breathtaking, no less so than any previous day but in fact always more so than any moment that existed before. A woman glows. This lady, who I am already in love with, seems to be followed by the sun everywhere she goes. She is warm. She is kind. She is irreplaceable. She is destined to be my muse, and I believe her to be someone I wrote a story for in my head long ago.

She wore a smile filled with laughter on her face that day while I thought of the long road I walked to be with her. I was slowly rolling into the third decade of my life and it seemed like it had taken an eternity to get here. A cliché undoubtedly, but luck and fortune were as present as ever in this moment.

We ordered wine. I do not recall any floral notes. Not a single reminiscence of plum or berry. My memories are of this lady. She sits across from me in a little green dress, equally unnerved with me. Romance is brewing. Love becomes the overpowering aroma. The intoxication I experience is not derived from grapes. I melt into a trance from the allure of the enchantress before me. A woman glows.

Timidly, I divulge my true affection. The infatuation that has filled me for so long now overflows onto the floor. I quiver. My heart gallops with suspense. The lady lay hold of my hand. She speaks to me with genuine delicacy. Softly, terms of endearment depart from her mouth. The energy in the room is undeniable and the world around me becomes blurred. My mind is infusing with elation. I want to gift her bouquets of starlight, write sonnets about her eyes, scribe her name on mountain tops, and sing songs about her to the masses. I tell her that I love her. She loves me too. I feel mighty, as if I could lasso the moon and place it in her palm. I want to. I will. No feat is inconceivable when I am with this astonishing ray of beautiful light.

I believe I paid the waitress. I could not help that my consciousness was elsewhere. I do know that when we took our leave I floated towards the door, lost in a trance that I have never woken from. I took her hand and we began our forever journey. I would follow her anywhere, even into the dark. A woman glows.