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.
Awww, that is so sweet. It's nice to know the details of how he swept you off your feet. :-)
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteAh, I love this story! Belongs in a book. ;)
ReplyDeleteTell Beth to write it!
ReplyDeleteRachel
Oh, I love that story!! This is a lady who has lived the dream. :<)
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.)