The kitchen is empty tonight. The house is quiet. I, the writer, sits behind my glass table acknowledging the darkness as it greets me at its usual time. i've been creating my resume lately, needless to say, it's taken a while. From jobs, to trips, to adventures, to tools, it all has to be placed on these sheets of paper. To be able to do this I had to visit many moments in my life. While doing so, I found a love story, go figure, a hopeless romantic like myself finding such a jewel...
If one could place a lable on the stereotypical midwest couple, the writer found one. There was a town, in the middle of the USA, it's population around 200, however, it did include a school. Though the school was small, the youth group in the local church was alive and healthy. There was a guy, and naturally a girl that were in this group. While the specifics are fuzzy, allow one to know this, they were best friends. Time and time again through the summers they could be found at the local church camp, they were also spotted twice in the ozark city of Branson, they climbed the mountains of Colorado, enjoyed the arch of St. Louis, and even went to the same school. Through the years, starting in high school one comes to believe they began the American "dating process". While couples around them bloomed and died, theirs stayed strong. When they graduated the true struggle began. One headed to the ozarks for college, another headed to the northern tier of Iowa. For four years each they were in school, still dating, though it was difficult, they never lost sight of each other, they never lost the love towards each other, they both realized God had them both in His hands. A few years into college and the big news had finally taken to the world. They were engaged. Soon afterwards they were married, and to this day they are still in love as they were in day one that they met in the little town in Northern Missouri, surrounded by corn and cattle.
The perfect story.
While one has come to the conclusion that thoughs are far and few between everyone should take joy in seeing the things deemed "impossible" become a reality.
Maybe this resume won't be that bad after all...
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