Marcia decided that we are going to start keeping a family journal. I think this is a great idea, except she keeps insisting that we can’t actually start it until I write my version of how we met and fell in love and got married. Every time I sit down to start writing that story (and while she won’t believe me, I have started many times), I realize that there needs to be even more back story, and I give up and scrap what I’ve written.
So tonight, I decided to take a different approach and instead of writing a novel, I started writing it in the style of a children’s book. Marcia rejected it for inclusion in the family journal, so here it is:
How we Met
One day in church there was a pretty girl named Marcia. We skipped a church dance together and walked around outside. I liked her. We went back to her apartment and…
…
played cards.
Then I went on a mission.
Then she went on a mission.
Then I got back.
Then she got back.
Then we dated for like 5 years.
Then she moved away.
And I missed her.
So I asked her to marry me.
She said yes.
And we got married.
And I liked it.
THE END
I wouldn’t look for it in the Scholastic book catalog any time soon.