I recall the evening I met my wife - it was a hot August night and I was in a hybrid state of frantic energy and loving accomplishment. I was in the midst of hosting a party - a birthday party for a two year old church group I was becoming more and more involved in. There were dozens of friends in attendance and quite a few I hadn't yet met. Alissa was, of course, one of the later. When I found a moment of treasured peace - a slight lull in the immediate responsibility of supervising the volunteers cooking breakfast - I was able to sit in the living room and join the fun. A new board game was being unwrapped and someone asked if I would be playing. "Sure", I replied, "I'll play." Teams quickly formed up and I noticed a very attractive young woman - clearly out of my league - without a team. "Will you play on my team?", I asked her. She smiled. My heart melted. "Yes", she quietly assented. We proceed to kick everyone's ass at Cranium. It runs out she was a fount of pop-culture trivia and as a formally trained, semi-professional singer, wasn't afraid to perform ridiculous pantomimes and stunts in front of a room full of strangers. An intriguing young woman indeed. After the game completed we continued with small talk but I remember most clearly that she asked if I would be in Sunday School the following morning. "Yes", I let her know and went home with the glimmer of a hope that I had met someone very
special.
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