My good friend and debut novelist Beth K. Vogt married her hunky military husband after she promised she’d never marry a military man, or have children!
We can talk later about her four kids, especially the late-in-life birth of her youngest when Beth was 41!
Beth write’s of meeting her husband:
I met my husband, Rob, several weeks after I’d broken off an engagement. (Believe me, I had good reason to do so.) The last thing I wanted was to get involved with someone else.
At the time, I was a brown belt in karate and I was preparing for an exam to advance to the next level. I also worked at the karate studio, manning the office.
I arrived at work one day and found a ve-ery cute guy exiting the office. I didn’t recognize him, so I asked if I could help him with anything. He said, “No, thanks” and left.
He came back awhile later and watched from the side of the room while I worked out with another instructor. When I went to the office to do something, the instructor set me up. He asked the guy (my future husband, Rob) to sneak attack me when I started working out again.
Soooo … when I came back out from the office, I faced off with my instructor. (Rob was across the studio, off to my side.) The next thing I knew, this guy took a running flying leap and tackled me.
Yeah, we like to tell people he swept me off my feet.
I’ll cut to the chase: We were married less than a year later — and including my husband, there were four Black Belts in our wedding party and one very in love Brown Belt.
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Awww, that is so sweet. It’s nice to know the details of how he swept you off your feet. 🙂
I didn’t know the meat of your story, Beth! What a fun story. I like to say I picked my husband up, but that’s another story for another time. 🙂 What a beautiful love story you two have!
Ah, I love this story! Belongs in a book. 😉
Tell Beth to write it!
Rachel
Oh, I love that story!! This is a lady who has lived the dream. :<) Thanks for sharing, Rachel. Is there a way to receive email notifications for your blog posts? It’s the only way techo-challenged me seems to be able to handle. (“Oops!” is my mantra.)