Edd and I spent some time away from the world recently. It was good to be away, to talk about nothing but us. We’ve come a long way since we first met in 1992.
The most popular post on my blog explains how Edd and I met. He wasn’t a believer – not just in Jesus – but in anything.
You may have read the post already. But if not, this is our story.
Well, the beginning of it, anyway.
|More than 20 years ago.
More than 20 pounds ago.
Edd and I met at work on a fall day in the early ‘90s. We chatted, flirted, and went to a few happy hours. By spring we were an official office romance. All went swimmingly until Holy Week.
Edd invited me to see a movie on Good Friday. “Sure,” I told him, “right after church.”
“Forget it!” His irritation confused me. “You go do your churchy thing and I’ll see you another time.”
Whoa. My new boyfriend definitely had a grudge against religion. Or God. Or something. This may be the deal breaker for our relationship.